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First Night Africa
the dancers moved us to the center of a great circle, surrounded us singing and shouting and dancing, a lump forming in my throat Read more
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Without a Country
Just that morning, without a visa, I’d talked my way across the border. A little patience, a little humility, small Kwacha, and Dunhill cigarettes solved the visa problem. Read more
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Around the World & Right Here
I would visit corners of this strange land not unlike my hometown: unknown and invisible to the world, no place of pride on any map, unsung in the guide books. Places nobody came from and nobody went to. Corn farms. Tobacco farms. Read more
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Groundhog Day All Year
As I think of the potential substitutes, two women who bring Indian, African, and Jamaican descent into the picture, it occurs to me that American presidential campaigns have always been a sort of groundhog day event. Read more
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