Good Grief in the Gulf

One of the very first people who befriended me here in Ajman is named E. Her English isn’t great, or perhaps I should say my Arabic is awful, so we don’t understand each other very well. But yet know each well somehow. Last Thursday afternoon she came to wish me a good weekend — using the…

A Worldly Nomad with a Thirst for More

I’ve received two beautiful reviews for DRYLAND over the last two days. I share them here in the hopes that they will inspire NYC folks to attend my reading on Monday, June 26, 7 p.m., at the Half King in Chelsea. When I take the stage or podium or microphone, I most certainly will be…

Arabian Nights, and Days

I’ve been going to one end of a pool — or overseas location — and coming back again for my whole life. Perhaps my existence should be characterized as a series of laps instead of years. — Nancy Stearns Bercaw, DRYLAND Sixteen nights from now, I will wake up to a brand new Arabian day…