Girl in Gaza

I think there are times in life when you feel your heart is empty. Those lonely years between loves, in far away cities, filled with work and sleep and small talk. But then the slightest thing will happen…

Snapshots

It is 1989 and I am 3. I am on a field trip with my preschool class. We are lined up on a bench, like figurines placed on a mantle. I stand happily in the middle with my brown skin, black hair and unruly curls…