WRITERS ARE, BY NATURE, OBSERVANT. Because I'm a noticer, I'm particularly vulnerable to distraction. As I write this, I'm sitting in my hairstylist's chair, waiting for
Sunday, July 14
WHILE IN BEIRUT, I MET a young man named “A.” Born and raised in Syria as a Muslim, A was tortured by ISIS for refusing to withdraw from his studies in social justice. One day, while in prison, he cried, “God, rescue me if You're real.” A bomb destro