Not Okay. As a 15-year-old in the Middle East, my friends and I used to make bets on how many cars would beep at us on our 10 minute walk to McDonalds.  Not because we were cocky pedestrians, but because we were young women walking unaccompanied by men, which, apparently, equated to beeping and shouting and gawking.  My 15-year-old... Continue Reading →


The one where we got married

He proposed in a garden, standing up. He liked the symbolism of standing over kneeling, the two of us journeying life side-by-side. So he proposed while standing, in a wild part of a plantation in Charleston.  And then he got on one knee. "Martin...stop.  Stop.  STOP." He turned his head and saw the tram of sun-glassed tourists halted twenty feet behind... Continue Reading →

The many strange birds

Trump has followed us here, of course.  He trailed us in Stockholm, bussed through the Baltic States, and into our Airbnbs, a wildly gesticulating shadow slipping in and out of our conversations with strangers, acquaintances, hosts, friends.  They want to know where he came from, why he has such strong support, where it will all... Continue Reading →

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