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…
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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…
For Munzatsi, with love
Thirty years ago, I left my post as a Peace Corps Volunteer at Munzatsi Secondary School in Maragoli, Kenya. I didn’t think I’d ever look back, let alone go back. As a young American woman and new teacher in rural Africa, I struggled with being far, far away from what I knew about life. I was fresh…
