We are the Air in the Flute, the Paint on the Brush

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We are just passengers on this train In Lake Como, with my week-old Italian language skills, I got on a train heading the wrong direction. My companion and I were in the snow-covered Alps, and I went to the hallway … Read More

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Generational Losses and Gains The Immigrant’s Story vs. World Citizen My grandparents crossed the ocean as young immigrants in their teens, following the old story. Their home countries were struggling economically, and America offered the chance for employment and, with … Read More