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I grew up on lamb. It was baked in kibba, stewed in tomato sauce with green beans, rolled tightly into cabbage leaves. The taste of my home and the scent of my father’s mother’s kitchen. After leaving for college, I often called home to ask …

Whenever I catch the scent of freshly cut peppermint leaves and kibba spices or feel the inside of a malted milk ball sizzle and melt on my tongue or pass grape leaves on the side of the road that wouldn’t be missed by anyone if …

Since I was a child, people have wanted to know what exotic fish swims in my gene pool and makes my hair wild. I was 14 when I learned to tame dried out wires and crunched up frizz with a comb. My mother had no …

This piece was originally published in In Our Words as a response to The Hunger Games movie release in March 2012. —————————————————————————————————————————————– Do you remember that kid in your high school literature class who geeked out over books like 1984 and Brave New World?  The one who thought …

My heart has many homes. When it dreams, it returns to crisp autumn evenings spent munching on Sour Patch Kids and waiting to perform at high school football half time shows in Farm Town, Illinois. It ponders questions of poverty and social responsibility while sharing stale bologna sandwiches and …