There is a particular sadness that does not come from loss.Loss has a clarity to it. Something was present, and then it was gone.But there is another kind of melancholy,…
I remember when my children were very small, preschool age, when every milestone felt like a ribboned gift waiting to be unwrapped. I delighted in each “first,” each new pencil…
You distract me —not suddenly,but the way heat gathers,the way a room slowly fills with scentuntil breathing itself becomes deliberate.How can one presenceso thoroughly inhabit another,filling every corridor of thought,until…
The Invocation: The Memory of the Near EastI have always lived at the border of things. Long before I understood the migration of my maternal line—an ancient lineage that navigated…