Murderer's Bread

Murderer’s Bread

The chronicle of a LGBT couple settling in a hardscrabble neighborhood outside the city

Dot and Fran

Dot and Fran

We knew we’d be loud old ladies on the porch, and we’d be laughing about the same old stuff, grumbling about it together, drinking some kind of punch

How Jane Eyre Changed My Life

How Jane Eyre Changed My Life

All the kids in the neighborhood had been warned to stay away from me. Bored out of my mind, I read Jane Eyre at least eight times before college.

Mr. Ince and the Hope of Being Needed

Mr. Ince and the Hope of Being Needed

Following Turkish immigrant Dursun Ince in Berlin for a year and a half, a picture emerges of a man who shatters the stereotype of the freeloader in Europe’s pivotal immigration debate.

Elemental India: Air, Animals, Land & People

Elemental India: Air, Animals, Land & People

As I travelled around India, I kept hearing about aggressive dogs. Someone told me about two girls, who were attacked by dogs at night while they were sleeping.

What I Don't Know: Being Questioned in El Salvador

What I Don’t Know: Being Questioned in El Salvador

The man who asked the question lifted his eyes from the papers in front of him.  It occurred to me that he was trying to look pleasant, maybe even friendly, but I couldn’t ignore the set jaw and a distended vein that resembled a lightening bolt. My skirt felt damp on my thighs, and I wondered if it would stick to me when I stood up – if I ever got out of that chair.