I have goosebumps thinking of Barbara Brown Taylor reading my words.
I cried when I read Abdi’s foreword.
In a world of so much grief, anger, and division this is an event to celebrate hope and connection.
There is goodness. Sometimes we must fight to see it, but is there.
There is beauty. Some of my favorite images of Djibouti are the desert with a single flower. Or a bougainvillea bush tangled in barbed wire. Or the sunrise over a garbage dump. Beauty will insist on itself.
We would love to see you at this book launch party!