Why do I keep returning to Palestine? Why, for the third year in a row, do I pack and board planes and change dollars into shekels? Why do I keep coming back to this place, and not Zanzibar or Paris or Morocco? I remember a conversation I had once with the then-U.S. ambassador to Burundi […]
“Bleh!” on “Blessed”
by on March 4, 2019 Leave a Comment
“Oh my goodness, we were so blessed to avoid that car accident.” “God blessed us with a new baby!” “We are so thankful to God for blessing us with a better job.” “May God continue to bless America!” “Your family is incredibly blessed.” Years ago, the word blessed didn’t bug me. In fact, I would […]
If Justice Isn’t the Key to Healing, Then What Is?
by on November 20, 2018 12 Comments
In November of 1984, I was eight years old. I remember walking home from school, with the crunch of snow beneath my feet and the sun sinking quickly in the early winter sky. Making the way home seemed ominous and full of danger. It wasn’t just the darkening woods or the long stretch of busy […]
Peace Is Not Dead Yet
by on October 8, 2018 4 Comments
Bethlehem isn’t far from Jerusalem. It’s maybe just a 10-minute drive. Our taxi was waved through the checkpoint. As we took the worn asphalt road toward Star Street, Claude asked our driver what he thought of Mahmoud Abbas, the president of the Palestinian Authority that controls parts of the West Bank. He turned toward the […]
Playing With Fire
by on August 29, 2018 9 Comments
By Meaghan Dawson | Twitter: @DawsonMeaghan I was ridiculously good at my job. I was a career woman working for a great company that was young and energetic and on the rise. I reveled in my role and was on fire for my job. Each day I walked in with a purpose and walked out with […]
