I think that I find a lot of my healing out in the world.

I don't think I'm unusual in that, in my 20s, like many people, I felt invincible.

I swung from one place to the next, sometimes backward, sometimes forward, capitalizing on my own momentum, knowing that at some point my arms—or, more accurately, my quivering bank balance, accessed through foreign ATMs—would give out, and I’d fall to the ground.

Women in Somalia face almost unimaginable oppression.

Christmas was the one time of year when my brothers surfaced at home, when my parents and grandparents congregated to eat my mother's roast turkey.

I don't only long for the thrill of being in the middle of a war, I must understand it; I must make other people understand.

Maintaining my dignity is so important for me.