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On a Tuesday, I thought I might be dying.
After years working in global conflict and human rights, I now write on illness, death, and the geopolitics that still won’t let me go.
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On a Tuesday, I thought I might be dying.

For Sydney

A life measured in scans and conditional verbs

What I swallowed, what it carried, and the organ still carrying me

On losing friends to Cholangiocarcinoma, and what stays visible when the fog is gone

Green-Wood Cemetery is running out of room. Six years, by their estimate. I was there when they announced it, and left with an answer I'd been searching for since my diagnosis.

What Surviving Longer Doesn’t Prepare You For

Afghan women lawyers are still defending clients. Through court letters, living rooms, and improvised permissions.

What I learned at an ICE preparedness training in the Bronx, and why it felt familiar

A week of storms, love, grief, and what remained when the desert stripped everything down