New York, N.Y. Who we are is shaped by where we have been as much as by where we wish to go. For me, knowing where my family has been over the last several centuries gives me the sense that I fit into the world as I should without worry about my place. I know […]
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My Mother: “God Damn It James, I Raised You Better Than That!”
New York, N.Y. My mother’s words still ring out in my head, year after year. It was Thanksgiving 1998, Boston. I was continuing to complain about how traumatized I felt having experienced the Dicksonian conditions of the orphanage where I found my infant son Mathew in Indonesia. The warehouse institution was crib-to-worn-out-crib of children dressed […]
