The current Ukrainian refugee crisis reminds me that my grandparents were refugees who left their families and the only homes they had known to come to America in the beginning of the 20th century.
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Granddaughter of Refugees
The Hair of the Prophet
The Muslim staff that worked in our house protected the gardener and his Hindu family, temporary refugees in their own land.
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Two Years In
Warning: this is a rant. A month ago, I might have written something more cheerful. Maybe next month. But I’m suddenly undone.
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A New Hope
She rings up the order. She is not wearing a mask. I am not wearing a mask.
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