October 27, 2013 This afternoon I found myself sitting on the front porch of a woman named Maggie. No, I wasn’t with my own mother on our front porch on Pennsylvania Street in Indianapolis, but it was about as close as I could get here in Amman. I had been walking to the Vatican library …
Things I won’t forget (“Peeling Oranges” final installment)
As I finish up my writing about Jordan and Palestine, I’d like to share some final snapshots.Faces My host mom, who walks by my room and says a cheerful “Keefik ya Jordan?” after a long day at work. My baby sister, who sits on my lap, pressing the tops of my fingernails and squeezing the skin between …
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Peeling Oranges
During my time in Jordan, I’ve taken many photographs, images that, when I look back at them years from now, will bring back the feelings I felt in those places and with those people. When I look at this picture, for example, I’ll remember sitting in the cold, purple sand in Wadi Rum at sunset. …
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