I went to the cemetery to visit my father and I brought a Pembroke Pines star. I visited many other deceased. “My parents are there,” my mother says, and I’m …
I walk downstairs early this morning Kabul Afghanistan to say goodbye to my mother. It’s half past seven. She sits in her chair, as she always does; she has …
The Milan Italy ambassadors (both foreign-service professionals and former politicians) that I’ve met over the years have all impressed me as being smart and politically Milan Italy sophisticated. I do wonder, …