When I became a father, 19 years ago, I remember helping my wife into the car at
the hospital. Next came my son in his carseat. It was heavy– heavier than the
seven
I recently moved and repeated a routine that has accompanied every move I have
made since I got married—defending my personal library. Every time we move, and
are confronted with the effort
Returned from the heart-shaped continent,
clocking time, Africans with PhDs taxi forth.*
Those who have crossed and live, look
back, let go traditions for the modern grab.
Their ‘Africa-Independent’ is overrun;
its cities
As if Americans don’t offer other countries enough reasons to think that we’re a
land of complete morons who got lucky in achieving superpower status, the issue
of whether or not
I may have just met the kid who grows up and cures Alzheimer’s– the person who
will one day claim that he or she started their journey in biomedicine thanks to
two