The Unraveling

Uganda was familiar yet so much had changed. It still remains running in my blood, when I look at my daughter I am there, she wraps the county around me so I can still smell it and feel it, even long for it. I see in her the people I knew for 4 years, the... Continue Reading →

You can’t go home again

I keep thinking of Hilary Mantel, winner of the Booker Prize, twice. The New Yorker did a wonderful article on her in which she referenced an old belief that one must return to one's own country within 10 years of leaving or risk never fitting in again (she lived abroad for 9 years before returning... Continue Reading →

Olympic fever

Once every four years I get to watch men and women run, swim, jump, fly. Once every four years, for two weeks, I am satiated, riveted. Sure, the winter games are on as well, but it's the sweat and heat that brings me down. The States tried to take it from me, my once-every-four-years ice... Continue Reading →

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