The comfort of story
I have always found it hard to tell ‘a single story.’ When Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche warned of the dangers of a single story, I understood her caution a deeper level. [...]
This is how we grieve
Lay your flag on my wall, their bodies, those streets Baghdad. Beirut. Sydney. Paris. Name the things that terrify you Jihad. Sharia. Muslim. Refugee. Inside cities crowded with impromptu [...]
Speaking English
A few weeks ago, an adult student in a class I was teaching at TAFE said that I didn’t speak English. She didn’t say my accent was hard for her [...]