Category Archives: comfort zone

“I Can’t Be in Class with Men,” she says.

IT HAPPENS EVERY AUGUST, when the refugee mothers who no longer need child care in order to attend English class (because their youngest enters Pre-K) “graduate” to classes in the main building. There, classes are tailored to specific levels – beginner, … Continue reading

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Clinging to Routine

We cling to routine like hands grip a lifeboat, even though the storm is past, objects on the horizon grow larger and our feet can touch bottom again. Dinner at five-thirty, grocery shopping on Thursdays, Sunday lunch, always the same. … Continue reading

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I Don’t Know My Role

The line “I don’t know my role” is hovering, so I’m going with it. I’ll put it before all of you and see what you have to say. FIRST TIME I SAW the neon orange blanket in the park it appeared as … Continue reading

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