Classmates of mine were children of refugees who had fled the terrors of the Nazis and the Communists. Others had parents who had fought to…
A website for those traveling the borderlands of our time.
Classmates of mine were children of refugees who had fled the terrors of the Nazis and the Communists. Others had parents who had fought to…
How we label people – or mislabel them – says as much about us as it does about them. Maybe even more. Digging back into…
“Shouldn’t you caution your readers that criminals could take advantage of their generosity?” Reader asked. Reader was referring to what I’d written about being generous…
There are things you never know about someone until they die. Even then, they take chunks of their memories to the grave. But glimmers of…
My wife and I returned from China on a slow and relentless descent into desperation. I was fighting a childhood-trauma-induced depression – a struggle that…