Category: Joyce Zonana
Saying Good-Bye to Our Parents
The mothers of four different friends have died in the past month, and my own mother, 88, has turned her face to the wall. “I’m finished,” she says when I urge her to join me for a walk in the park that stretches invitingly just outside her windows. “I’ve had enough.”
From Cairo to Katrina, An Exile’s Journey
We are the generation that invented a new necessity: discovering our identity, retracing our roots. So it’s not unusual to hear of yet another baby boomer going back to see the land from which parents, grandparents, or earlier ancestors came. But in 1999,
