A Son by Any Other Name

  My dad was a funny man.  Always one to crack jokes, tease and make up funny names for people, he seemed at ease in any situation.  But when my husband showed up at the front door to pick me up for our first date, I cringed.  Though Dad shook hands with him and politely…

You’re Marrying Who?

Back in the early 1990’s when my husband and I got married, intercultural relationships and marriage were not as accepted as they are today.  When we would walk together in the mall, or eat at restaurants, white people’s heads often turned, sometimes shaking with disapproval. I had a friend who, knowing my husband was Hindu,…