When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.

Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.