Journalist Sheilah Bright
The boy stood in the Berber market and stared until I pulled the camera from my face and looked him in the eyes. I thought he might smile, but he didn't. His father flinched in the chair as the souk barber grazed the tip of his ear, but the boy didn't notice. It was my... Continue Reading →
If you happen by Jackson Square in New Orleans when the light falls and the tourist tide rolls down Bourbon Street way, you might find a maestro making magic from lips made of crystal. Linger awhile. Laugh at his jokes. Give a little back. He will renew your faith in humankind. It sounds something like... Continue Reading →
The first time I ran away to a foreign land I was about 6 years old. A mystical destination whispered to me through the windows of my tiny two-bedroom house so I waited until my mother was loading the washing machine before I slipped out the storm door and set sail. I chose a dependable... Continue Reading →
Will the Pope's visit and increased media attention bless Cuba with more freedom? Time will tell.
