The Wall I Knew
On a cold Sunday afternoon in January of 2019, two years after the Obamas, taking their grace and civility with…
What They Remember
It’s been the summer of meeting up with former students, students I haven’t seen in more than a decade, a…
Where We Come From
A family history is a collection of stories, stories told and retold and made old not so much by the…
A Cruel June
It goes on. Last Sunday morning we woke up to read about yet another mentally ill individual who went out…
My Immigration Was Better Than Your Immigration
You have to feel sorry for the Republicans. They finally manage to field two candidates who speak fluent Spanish, who…
Amerika 2015
There is a widening perception in the country that the American Dream is a tattered and fraying garment slipping quickly…
Fruits of the Earth
Nadine Gordimer died today, the great South African writer, though I had actually sat down to write about another great…
Stockholm’s Burning
Stockholm’s burning. That city I went to 33 years ago as an exchange student in the summer of 1980, that…
Coming to America
“You all memorized the Constitution, right?” the thin, blonde lady immigration officer asked a packed courtroom in Hartford, Connecticut last…
Boat People
So, Thanksgiving is once more upon us, the season in which where I work, little lines of boys and girls…
School Days
So the Taliban are now shooting girls who want to go to school, are they? Not that this is really…
The Pip Squeak Sikh
Several years ago, on the first day of school, a young child was delivered by their mother to the class…
