As I mentioned in the first of this series, Khaled walked into our lives one fortuitous Saturday morning. Eryn and I were sitting on the patio with coffee in hand and immersed in conversation. At some point, when our discussion segued into the Middle East and the mass migration of Syrian refugees, I sensed a subtle but distinct presence nearby. I instinctively suggested to Eryn that we try our hand at the board. I say this because—at that time—we had only used the board on several occasions and were novices. So we situated ourselves in the living room with what would become our usual set up: comfortable chairs with loads… [read more]