Last night I dreamed that I was staying with a Muslim family in Iraq. My memory of the dream is a bit fragmented now, but at some point I apologized for not having my head and hair covered properly, as though I had known about where I would be traveling that night! I was given a hijab, but it had pins in it as though someone were mending it or if it was not completely finished. There were three silver pins that I removed and carefully returned to the lady of the house. I woke up thinking of Jill Carroll.