I didn’t know the divorce rate for friendships going in. I thought when you said “best friends,” you meant “forever.” Like a blood pact without the blood. My glittery puffy stickers from third grade said so, as did my half a locket buried in a box. Friendships were supposed to last through it all. I […]
Why I Keep Returning To Palestine
by October 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
on 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 […]