Eating at McDonald’s in a Foreign Country While Pregnant

Baku, Azerbaijan Every morning during my time in Baku, my step kids, two out of five that I would eventually raise during my twelve-year marriage, walked four blocks to the corner bakery and bought fresh bread, kleb, a large, heavy whole-wheat loaf of chewy denseness. Fresh bread was a sacred rite in this part of […]

Facing the World With No Hijab

We are all on individual faith journeys. Just as mine declared it was time to put it on, I came to a point in my wanderings when it was time to take it off.