I’ll be flying to Canada next week. I imagine most of the refugees in the airports will be cleared out by then, but if not I’ll bring along some extra snacks and maybe some books and crossword puzzles to hand out to the bored and desperate. As frustrated and disappointed as I am at not getting to go to London for a week I am fortunate that I wasn’t stuck at an airport.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »