I still love Kierkegaard
He is the dramatic thunderstorm at the heart of philosophy and his provocation is more valuable than ever
I love her and it’s a secret. I love her so much it kills me, and you bet I’d sooner die than tell her
Stories in the night
Insomnia brings many gifts — the noises of the night, the twist of narrative, and a stolen march on time
Free will and fate are both illusions. The trick is learning to sail with the prevailing winds of life
City of Kismet
Dear daughter, born two years after the Arab Spring, what stories can I tell you about the Cairo of your birth?
A flowered planet
For all their intricate symbolic force, from the Paleolithic to today's herbalism, plants are still a deep mystery to us
Losing my voice
When I left Nigeria for Belgium, I made my husband’s home my own. But homesickness lodged like a stone inside
The dead are no longer welcome at their own funerals. So how can the living send them on their way?
Me, myself and I
Loneliness can be a shameful hunger, a shell, a dangerous landscape of shadowy figures. But it is also a gift