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The first thing that ever lit me up, inside and out, was music. Close behind that was French. We were exposed – woefully late, I might ad...

Photo by MabelAmber on Pixabay Since November 2016, there has been an awful lot of big talk about walls. Got to protect ourselves, right...

I fling the hymnal angrily to the floor, thankful to be the only one home. At least I won't have to hide my tears. "Hark! The Heral...

Nellie her first year home It all started with an ad in the paper. Well, not really. It all started when we adopted two kids. They had...

"It makes me so happy that you call him that," my grandmother said. "What?" I asked, confused. I don't remember wh...

We all have so much we mean to do. I, for example, mean  to put up a new post on the ATN blog every Tuesday night. Last spring, I started ...

In her stunning memoir,  In Other Words , Jhumpa Lahiri describes what was for her the painful duality of growing up between lands (India an...