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orna-b-raz's picture
Jul.15.2013
When my girls were young my older daughter was afraid of dogs. Full disclosure: she wasn’t the only one, my husband wasn’t that comfortable around them either. In order to cure their fear, I suggested that we get a dog. As a devoted father, my husband  agreed and we looked for a small dog that...
andrew-q-lam's picture
Apr.28.2013
Mẹ Việt Nam ơi, Chúng Con Vẫn Còn đây (Oh Mother Vietnam, We Are Still Here) The lyrics from this sentimental song come back to me once in a while, especially when I think of the Vietnamese Diaspora and its complicated relationship with its homeland. One bitter evening on April 30, 1976, in...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Feb.27.2013
    February 27   Adjustment     The chase is on, round and round it goes and where it stops no one knows.  I run after control and change as I grasp, but can never quite get my fingers wrapped around the thing.  An open fist is an adjustment; no fist at all would...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Feb.27.2011
  February 27   Adjustment     The chase is on, round and round it goes and where it stops no one knows.  I run after control and change as I grasp, but can never quite get my fingers wrapped around the thing.  An open fist is an adjustment; no fist at all would be a feat.  The...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Apr.14.2010
Why do I keep meeting people I haven't seen for ages? What does it mean? It unsettles me as if they are, in a way, coming to say goodbye to me. And why do they hug me and tell me in precise capsules of conversation their entire lives to date? These ghosts of my past challenge me into a new place. I...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Feb.27.2010
  February 27   Adjustment    The chase is on, round and round it goes and where it stops no one knows.  I run after control and change as I grasp, but can never quite get my fingers wrapped around the thing.  An open fist is an adjustment; no fist at all would be a feat.  The fool’s errand I send...