July 1991. Flushing, New York. I was roused awake by a hammering at the door. I jumped up, and quickly fell backward onto the couch. The clock in the corner flashed 9:21. I stood again, took three steps across…
The year was 1976. America was celebrating its 200th birthday. Rocky was in theaters. And the Summer Olympics were on television, live from Canada. I was 11 and it was the last time the Olympics meant anything to me. We…
A thick, motionless July evening. The cicadas in full voice. A yellow leaf wafts onto the lush grass from a canopy of green above. It’s a gentle reminder that the solace is a few weeks behind us and that summer…
Before I got into blogging I used to keep an electronic journal. A few times a week I’d open up a Word document and write about things that mattered to me. Then I’d save that document and place it in…
When we were great, we believed that we were blessed by God. Or rather, the universal idea of God. We were blessed by God because we were a nation of different people from different places with different religions who…
