Palestinian Narnia

When Dolly died this year, grief caught me by the throat.  “Mother and daughter,” people used to say when they passed us on the street; me pushing her wheelchair down an uneven sidewalk; her cursing skateboarders whizzing by. At the community college, she’d been a speaker in my classroom.  No one imagined we’d met behind

As Long As I Know You: The Mom Book by Anne-Marie Oomen We will all experience mother loss. Yet, our mothers are also eternally with us, their formative presences lodging in our beings in ways that run the gamut from interstitial balm to sharp-edged irritant.  How we lose our mothers is shaped by a larger

    Great pains, small gains for those who ask the world to solve them; it cannot solve itself. –Herman Melville   We’d grown accustomed to the cop car parked in front of school. Unmanned, it was meant to be a deterrent, though we weren’t sure for what—a possible school shooter, or the speeding cars that