I woke up and didn’t love my husband. Or at least felt like I didn’t…
Sometimes it pays to miss a flight. Watching the plane take off from his seat…
An excerpt from Franco-Somali writer Patrick Erouart-Siad’s memoir “Villa Shamis” about his mother Shamis Siad, translated by Eliza Nichols.
“I wonder if my father would condemn these words if he could read them.”
“When I testified and spoke out publicly in Germany … I felt lightened. The world was finally listening.”
“The thing about the Metropolitan-American Weekend Dad is, he has a relatively brief shelf life.”
“Leaving is believing. Believing that you can come back.”
