“Tears in the Airport Lounge”will be a memoir I write someday. It’s the place I sit at the end of each trip and write notes from time spent with refugees. It’s the place I finally let go because I’m alone. It’s also the place where tears give way to concrete action steps that lay the …
The Beginning of Sorrows In Part I of this blog, Schoolyard Graffiti: The Beginning of War, I told the harrowing story of one family and their journey to escape death. They were lucky to make it out alive, but “life” in the war-torn borderlands is extremely difficult. Ripped from their homes, families, communities and everything they’ve known, …
Many refugees were part of thriving middle-class communities in some of the oldest cities in the world prior to the war; a war that doesn’t discriminate. I meet doctors and lawyers and even millionaires who share their journey of becoming refugees, almost overnight. In this blog I won’t disclose names or details that may put …
Art makes me happy. It’s messy and unpredictable. It’s fascinating to see friends with real talent bring inspired images to life, expressing imagination with seemingly little effort. Some seem to create beauty out of nothing. It’s not fair. When I was a kid I spent hours on those paint-by-number water color kits, strictly following the …
I’ve discovered an invaluable secret – listen to what’s in your heart and pursue it with all you have. Yes, it’s taken me 50 years and it’s not always easy. Some days I’m tempted to think – “I got this,” while other days I just pray I don’t look like a fool! I read a …
