The essay originally appeared in Palo Alto Patch.
When I was five, we traveled back to my mother’s home country of Norway to visit family. While there, we joined the nation in celebrating its National Day, an annual tradition marked by parades and speeches. I remember ticker tape falling like snow as I watched from the window of my grandfather’s office building. But it was the sea of red, white, and blue flags dancing in the breeze on that cool May day, hundreds of them held high by parade participants and viewers alike, that I remember most of all. Continue reading
This essay originally appeared in BlogHer.
My Grandmother, Else Hoem, and me.
It’s been nearly a month since Anders Behring Breivik wreaked havoc in Oslo and Utoeya island and while the rest of the world has moved on to the next headline, Norway, and those who love it, have just begun to develop a measured response. I mourn the Norway of my childhood, the birthplace my mother. Continue reading
This article was originally published on Palo Alto Patch. I am reprinting it today on protest to Alabama’s immigration bill which will go into effect on September 1st.
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I was visiting the home of a neighbor recently when her cleaning crew showed up for their weekly visit. In walked Clara and her daughter, Maria. I knew them both well, because years ago, when my now-teenaged children were still in diapers, Clara would occasionally babysit for me and my husband.
Maria, who was only in elementary school at the time, would often come with her mother on those nights. While Clara played games, changed diapers and sang to my children, little Marie would cuddle up with her favorite book and quietly read the night away. A bright child with a bright future, or so I thought. Continue reading