11:10PM I go to change money and my son takes off onto the walk-a-lator, gets to the end, then turns around and begins hauling ass in the wrong direction. It’s so safe. I am unmoved. My mother-in-law, who accompanied us to the airport, is freaking the frick out. As if she...
My husband, my children, my mother-in-law. All Muslims, but just like you and me with their habits, and jokes, and compulsions; with their love and their heartbreak and their obsessions. A man brought up in a whirlwind of privilege, but wants his children to sit and have lunch with ...