Today would have been my father’s 100th birthday. His last words to me came via a book that he sent to my husband. It was
Adrianne is a writer and psychotherapist in Oregon. She is a Cuban exile who arrived in the U.S. during the Pedro Pan airlift at age 14 leaving her family and country in search of freedom. She is a professional member of PEN International and a translator.
To My Muslim Friends
I am sorry you are caught in this whirlwind of ignorance and hatred. I pray you know that those participating in today’s marches are not
FRAGMENTS OF MY CUBAN HEART
“BEHOLD I MAKE ALL THINGS NEW” Revelation 21:5 I have been absent from my blog for many months. On the first day of 2015 I
REFUGEE, GO HOME!
I came to this country as a refugee. This poem embodies the desperation of those who leave home and go out in the world to
BROKEN HEARTS, BULLET HOLES, AND SHARDS OF GLASS
When I was a little girl I loved to watch The Lone Ranger. My grandmother who was horrified by violence of any kind, and even
FLOOD AND FRIENDSHIP
It all began as most things do with a confluence of forces., and as is typical of these things, it is hard to pinpoint when the