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Vacation
I arrived last Tuesday, and was delighted when the U.K. automatic passport reader recognized me and let me through. The guy just ahead of me in the queue failed to be recognized, and watching him, I was sure I was going to suffer the same failure, and have to go explain why I have a…
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Growing up Anglophile
I was born in England, and carry a British passport (in addition to my American one), but I have a decidedly American accent, American habits, and American sensibilities. And, yet, I’ve always loved England, and more specifically, London. I love English food (really!), and drafty old English houses, and the amazing museums and galleries of…
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Adding strands to web of my personal connections to the world
The last two months have brought radical changes to our family, and, although I’ve “written” many posts in my head – none of them have made it to this space. I wrote drafts of posts on the first three nights of our week-long trip to Ethiopia to meet and bring home the kids, but couldn’t…