I'm afraid of elevators, because they are an enclosed space, but I get in.
Forgiving is not an easy thing to do.
We all waited on an afterlife. Only I planned to be alive for mine.
I, too, was carrying around my own fate. All the things I couldn't know sat somewhere inside, embroidered into me-maybe not quite fixed to the point of inevitability but waiting, in any event, for a chance to unspool.
Getting on a plane is hard for me, but I do it, because travel is vital to me.
Women in Somalia face almost unimaginable oppression.