“He hit me first,” little arms cross in defiance, and little legs plant firmly. No retreat without a struggle. These are days grown ups brawl and pick sides, while firmly clinging to their own righteousness and good intentions. Mud slings and voices shout in the name of compassion and justice, while all of it escalates […]
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A white board hangs on one of the walls of our basement. On it scribblings mark the agenda of the day, that is, those perceived as most important through the eyes of the last grandchild to have passed there. Until of course, another comes along to wipe it clean. A list of games, many invented […]
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When we lived in Italy, going to the American Embassy was always kind of a big deal. We needed to have papers and identification in order. We prepared. Despite our home country’s flag and passports in hand, walking into that imposing building, always brought a mixture of solemnity, pride, and respect. Guards flanked the doors, […]
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