I’ve been hoping to write a little bit about Ramadan here, because I’ve been reflecting on its meaning and role in my life a lot this year. But one of the things about Ramadan, especially in the summer, is that … Continue reading
Category Archives: and the wee hours of the morning.
I’ve never been an early riser, despite my best intentions. I only rise early when I am forced, begrudgingly, by one reason or another: a child crawling all over me, the endless chattering of birds while camping, an alarm that … Continue reading