Rations

Letter to the First Man I Saw Die

I didn’t know your name but you became a part of my soul at instant of your death. I was sixteen and the war in Bosnia had just begun. Simply walking on the street became a game of Russian roulette. … Continued

Immigration

Giving Thanks in a Foreign Land

I spent this Thanksgiving, as the past four, with my neighbors. As I frantically cleaned my house and helped in food preparations, I could not avoid remembering my first introduction to one of the biggest annual events in America. In … Continued