I wake to the smell of butter sizzling in the griddle. Maya is tossing thin pancakes in the air in her parent’s kitchen. The apartment is part of the Communist block of Plovdiv, Bulgaria. Utilitarian, cement, boxed homes in … Read More

As I scrape the last morsel of coconut meat from the shell, she walks out of her hostel room. Bikini-clad, bronze, fit, and very tall. A jar of paste in one hand, she pours cornflakes into a bowl with the … Read More

“The old lady wanted to read my palm and wouldn’t leave me alone until I let her,” Amir exclaims. We arrive in the small village of El Bolson, Argentina in the late, sleepy part of the afternoon. My Syrian friend, … Read More