Connecting Across Cultures
Pockmarks or Polka Dots? My three-year-old niece sits beside me, looking at my face. She touches my left cheek, and in her adorable little sing-songy voice she exclaims: “You have polka dots!” In a split second, many thoughts come to me: How, in my early 20s, my skin was so bad that I
“Coffee or tea?” Abdul asked when I entered the breakfast room. It was November 30th. I had woken up, gotten ready, and gone to breakfast as usual that morning — although it was anything but a usual day. “Coffee, thank you.” I sat at one of the breakfast tables and unwrapped a few slices of…
I recently returned from an eight-day solo trip to Morocco, or al-Maghrib as it’s called in Arabic, meaning the place-where-the-sun-sets. Morocco is a country I have wanted to visit for most of my life. Or since I was eight years old, to be precise. Morocco Beckons There are many wonderful reasons a person would want…