am a woman,
I am a Jew,
I am an American,
I am a traveler.
travel the world to experience ancient cultures; to witness traditional
ways of life before they disappear; to connect with people from
all walks of life.
friends ask me, “Aren’t you afraid?”
nomad tends his flock. A boy hunts with an eagle. A woman spins
wool by hand. The wool becomes a carpet infused with history.
My lens captures these images and my heart remembers.
what should I fear? A boy crippled by a land mine? An old man wearing
A dirty child clutched my hand and led me down an alley… She
took me home to her family. They served me bread and tea while they
watched me eat.
Yes, I was afraid. Afraid they’d given me their whole day’s
food, but I could not refuse their gift.
am touched by the kindness I’ve been shown. People welcome
me—a stranger—into their homes and into their hearts.
They feed me, shelter me, and ask for nothing in return.
can I repay their kindness? By telling you my stories and sharing
my conviction that people are connected as brothers and sisters,
parents and children, husbands and wives.
traveler making one friend at a time.