Tears come to my grandma’s eyes when she tells us goodbye and thanks us for coming to visit. “I’m not worthy,” she says. Silly Grandma. We have visited her seldom, far less often than she deserves. She probably won’t last much longer now, my aunts tell us. Her kidneys are failing, and she won’t go […]
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I sit in a departure lounge of Logan International Airport—late, late. Boston’s winter weather is chancy, and today—flying home for a visit—I drew the wrong straw. The lounge is empty except for me, but at the bar across the hallway a bartender with the dropped-r accent of a Bostonian chats with his customers. The male
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I sat behind her in the shuttle on the hour-and-a-half ride from Eau Claire to the Minneapolis airport. I was on my way back to Boston after a Thanksgiving spent with my family, she and her husband on their way back to New York after Thanksgiving with his. She was originally from Mexico and carried
Because I am interested in history—and particularly the history of oppressed people groups—my ears always perk when my friend and fellow writer Shel Pais starts talking about his dad, a Holocaust survivor. “His story is part of who I am today,” Shel wrote to me once. In this post, he’s agreed to share part of
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My life has up and run away on me again. But luckily I have interesting friends, and when I can’t find the time to write a blog post, sometimes they supply them. Marlene is a friend I’ve met only through email, and I enjoy her thoughts whether random, humorous, or deep. I liked the email she
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