The Patriotic Blues

Patriotic Blues

I come from a family of eight kids. When we get together we sing, usually parodies aimed at one sibling or another. But when I was about nine years old, my sister Liz (2 years older) and I composed a song that stemmed from a deep love of country. In the true American tradition, we wrote a protest song. We have our parents to thank for that.

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The Taste of Shared Humanity

 

In an age of immigration bans and border walls, it’s easy to see the world through an “us versus them” lens. But sometimes all it takes is a fleeting incident to alter one’s world view. 

When I was seven and traveling through India with my family, a bag of taffy helped me recognize the place of privilege I hold as a white, middle-class American. But that candy also helped me feel a kinship to other children.  Here’s my tale of discovering the taste of shared humanity. Read more

The author on a date

Finding myself in History: Dumped Before the Dance

Fall is the season for sweaters, leaf watching, and football games. With football comes Homecoming.

With Homecoming comes the dance and memories of strapless chiffon dresses and lingering kisses and…getting dumped. This trip down memory lane is for all ladies going single to the homecoming dance. Rock on, sisters.

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