Tomorrow I fly home. To my other home, the one with red dirt and white sandy beaches, eroding limestone and turquoise sea. To my family, though two of our normal number are off on their own adventures into the world and the shape of things has changed since I left. I go home to the … Continue reading
I spoke to someone recently who was of the opinion that Islamic State, like any terrorist faction will one day grow up and burn themselves out. The fire of their hatred will fizzle out and their violence will slowly diminish with their youth. I’m not sure what I hope for. It is easy to wish … Continue reading
Alana Part 