Category Archives: Americans
When I think about it, I have a lot of “happy places”. I’m happy sitting on the beach. I’m happy at home. I’m happy when I’m teaching. I guess you could say that I’m a happy person. Because, for the … Continue reading
In an old country churchyard in Hatfield, Massachusetts, stands a drab, gray slate from 1771. The faint markings read: Beneath this stone, a lump of clay, lies Arabella Young, who on the twenty-fourth of May, began to hold her tongue.
Last week when I shared my blog with my parents about the Asian side of our family, I received a slight admonishment from my Dad, “What about the Italians?”