Lately I’ve been searching for a word, but I don’t know how to look it up. It’s a word that belongs to a moment, one I’ve lived over and over again in the past few months. In what follows: I …
nonfiction/essays
When Celebration is Survival: Palestine Sunbirds at Mardi Gras
We have a thing for birds in our family.
Small, crooked birdhouses have dotted the fig tree in my parents’ backyard for as long as I can remember.
My father once startled me when he shouted with sheer excitement to …
When the Birds Joined In
When the outside world got real quiet at the start of the pandemic in 2020, the birds came out in the city. It was the morning when I heard the birds chirping outside my window that I noticed how quiet …
