As we followed the elephants searching for water and watched giraffes rubberneck their way into trees, I scoured the tawny landscape for the flick of a brown tail in the sparse grass. I strained to hear a bellow beyond the snorts of the donkeys drinking river water caught in the footprints of the elephants. I came up empty-hearted.
Our wind-torn pain
How do you begin a story about a day that will never go away? Do you start with the boy who did everything right on May 20, 2013 - stayed away from windows, used his arms to protect his head and neck and remained calm - and still he died? Has enough time passed to... Continue Reading →
When journeys whisper your name
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 →