“All through the day, whenever the sadness comes, I pinch my arm to make the sadness go there. That takes it out of my heart. When I go to bed that night, I see a bruise on my arm.” — Cathryn Clinton Copy Share Image
“I see the word bombing in my mind. Bright light in the dark. It is flashing over and over. Then white light is filling… — Cathryn Clinton Copy Share Image
“All through the day, whenever the sadness comes, I pinch my arm to make the sadness go there. That takes it out of my… — Cathryn Clinton Copy Share Image
“It is warm in Gaza. Air shimmers up from the road, and the old white stone in the buildings seems to make everything brighter,… — Cathryn Clinton Copy Share Image
