Little Shop of Treasures

Time runs differently in Palestine-Israel, an adagio that slips by in minutes that seem to stretch for hours. I hadn't noticed this until delegation broke, and I was left on my own to explore the country for myself. Perhaps it was the call to prayer that rang out over the rooftops five times a day,… Continue reading Little Shop of Treasures


Aida Camp

The scene stays with me as sharply vivid as a finely honed blade. For months afterwards I had nightmares about it.. The armored jeep crept down the main thoroughfare threateningly invisible in the dusk, its tires crunching softly on the loose, rocky pavement. Hadn't been for a few flood lights positioned on the corners of… Continue reading Aida Camp