Dignity

It’s Friday, May 23, 2014; I’m a music teacher and it’s the morning after all my spring concerts are over.  My husband Patrick, a South African citizen whom I and our son have not seen for two years and seven months because of U.S. immigration, calls and wakes me.  I make coffee and go outside so we…

Impossibilities

It’s been two and a half years since we’ve seen Daddy/Hubby and our immigration counselor filed everything with the National Visa Center four days ago.  Since then my son has been weepy, waking too early, hurting himself on everything he touches, peeing the bed, got in a major dog pile on the playground, had bad dreams,…

no grace in graceland

Tonight I’m listening to Paul Simon’s Graceland while I clean the frig.  Being married to a South African of colour (not misspelled), having spent time in the townships, and fairly familiar with the South African “sound”, I can’t help but wonder if the South Africans got proportionately the profit for their contribution to that album,…