Empty Identities

During a candid conversation with a taxi driver, I felt a familiar sense of uneasiness when the discussion inevitably veered towards the topic of national identity. It began with a simple observation. He commented, ‘I have always admired the collective pride Americans feel for their country. I never sense division; being American is your primary identity. Here in Spain, … More Empty Identities


I’m teetering between cultures and writing from a seesaw. Legs bent hands gripped bar thud feet on ground. The earth that pushes back is a muddy mix of Jewish Father– the middle class in the 1960s father, Immigrant Mother– the strong mexican woman from a dirt floor childhood mother, Other-Fathered Half-Sisters– the uprooted and planted … More Introductions