“I’m living the American Dream.” His skin was black as the midnight sky. His accent was from somewhere in Africa, but I couldn’t place the region. He was clearly well taught in English. “I’m from the Ivory Coast of Africa. Our language is influenced by the French.” His car was impeccable, and made in … [Read more…]
Ten dead, ten more hospitalized. Santa Fe, Texas. Yet another school massacre flashing all day long across the television screen. Interviews with frightened children, survivors of another threat to their innocence. I don’t know any of those victimized families; nevertheless to me it’s personal. In fear, I flash back to my own family. Junior high, … [Read more…]
The family is visiting, and as happens each time, I find myself rediscovering my home through the tourist’s eye. Driving across the Courtney Campbell, they gasp at the expanse of water, blue . . . and still as a sheet of glass. Rows of palm trees line the road, beckoning us toward the gateway to … [Read more…]
When I was a little girl, I walked a mile to school, partially through the woods, alone or with a friend. The doors to the school house were open and unguarded; people flowed freely in and out. My mind was on the fun I’d have on the playground, or the new book I’d be reading … [Read more…]
