My body still hasn’t recovered from the time spent in freezing Prague.
How have physical borders, or the lack of them, shaped your personal ones?
The looming memorial of the September 11, 2001 tragedy has me thinking about things left behind.
A She Writes blog post by an African-American woman calling for “White Ambassadors To Help Me Cross Over” provokes a blog series, in which this piece is one of seven reactions.
My friend Catherine’s amazing expat+HAREM post “Death at a distance”, one of the most powerful essays I have ever read, has left me processing a great deal of unresolved grief.