I wasn’t living in New York City during 9/11, but moved back to the area a little over a year later in January 2003. I remember the shock of how different it looked and felt, and I am not just talking about the enormous hole in the ground. It was everything: from the...
I recently acquired a button maker. You know, to make those pin buttons you put on your backpack or jacket to rep your favorite band, the cool startup you work for or to give the world that personal snapshot, large or small, about what’s going on in your mind. I am...
As soon as I walked in, it felt like home. From the sweet, fresh baked smell to the seemingly uncountable “helawiat” (sweets) displayed and glistening under glass like jewels. A kind faced man emerged from the kitchen greeting us with “as-salamu alaikum” (peace be...
