My daughter jokes and says, “I need to go to Dubai. It is the land of my people.” It isn’t. But maybe something stirs inside her. Maybe she feels it. And I wonder, which is the land of my people. I am an immigrant with a cacophonous mix of ancestors. All of them different from…
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Every February 10th Stanley and Betty would find their way down to the shoreline to celebrate their special day. It was a place of memories, both good and bad. They met here on the beach as teenagers, in a time when you could drive your car onto the sand, sit on the hood and watch…
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