When I came out of Harvard, I had visions of becoming the next literary superstar. That’s what we all talked about in grad school. I wanted to sit along the Grand Canal like Hemmingway and work on my writing all day. (You know, wine, seagulls, and interesting friends...
Writers worry a lot. Worry is what feeds our procrastination; why we’d rather clean that disgusting barbecue grill than sit in front of our nice, clean computers. We worry that we’re hacks; that we have nothing new to say on a subject, that we’re frittering away our...
I have to admit it. I questioned whether or not I should bring this post back. I got some “rather unfriendly” comments the last time I presented it here. So let me say this before I get going. I’m talking about MY experience with hijab as a western woman. Period, full...