Finding My Voice in Language
As I organized my bookshelves the last couple of days, I came across a dozen or so old journals, each unique in its size, design and color. Some are thinner, hard cover bound with lined pages, and some are wrapped in a cloth or vinyl, with unlined sketch book pages. While they all differ from each other in appearance, there is a common thread than unifies them. They are all blank save for the first few couple of pages, all chronicling my inability to tell my story of war and survival. Read more

