My Christmas Amid the Nashville Bombing
Even in the midst of an explosion, I found joy, exuberance and happiness.
Even in the midst of an explosion, I found joy, exuberance and happiness.
In times of prolonged, stupefying, unanswerable disasters, inspiration succumbs to the grimness of the reality.
What was America to my father — the person who defined for me the paradigm of freedom, of individualism, of independence?
Remember this? My body whispered. Remember? Remember?