The idea for this story is fairly straightforward. The local Islamic Center offered a screening of the documentary, “Salam Neighbor,” and I was curious, so I went. Watching the film, I began to wonder: how would my son, then 10, cope with living in a refugee camp?
I’m not much of a superstitious person. I take most everything mystical with a heavy dose of science-based skepticism. (For that matter, I take other things that way, too. I’m not, for example, likely to believe that medication cures all.) […]
When I first started to write again a couple of years ago, it was amazing. It felt like the tap would never turn off. The ideas flowed free and plentiful, and it was bliss. That lasted throughout last year’s layoff, […]