As a youth, I fared poorly at school. It wasn’t for a lack of intelligence, but life threw me a curve ball at a young age that stymied a...

If I had been alone, I may have believed Jesus would pass me on the street. This wasn’t a moment when my sanity was being doubted. It was...

Someone asked me why I write about Syria. This is a part of the reason.

At Dhahran airport, six of us awaited a flight to Sana’a, the capital of North Yemen. In 1979, Yemen was still a sleepy, little known...