“I could feel the tracks on my cheeks burned into my memory from the tears I had shed in Sokolka.”
Category Archives: Migrants and Immigrants; Tolerance; Respect for life
The Fire
“Words did not matter. We were celebrating life, we were celebrating community, and trust abounded.”
The Hajj
I’m an infidel. I’m Jewish. I’m an American, and I’m a woman. Any one or all of these factors put me at risk when I visited Iran in the summer of 2004. To my Iranian friend’s more religious relatives, I was an unwelcome guest.
Roaches: A story of Reflection and Understanding
Those who buy this anti immigrant rhetoric would squish this family in the same way that I’m contemplating killing this bug. So I don’t do it.
Carole J. Garrison 