On the chilly Easter Sunday of 2013, my teenage daughter, Kristil, and I arrived at the Joyce-Ryan Funeral Home in Madison, Wisconsin. I had my supplies ready, prepared for the task at hand. …

Several years ago, my then 5-year-old daughter, Kristil, and I got lost while on vacation in South Florida. After getting on our 3rd bus in an unfamiliar area, I looked around, taking note of the other passengers. I put my arm around Kristil and whispered, “We’re the only white people…

Just One Day It was a difficult Sunday night: my daughter — who lives across the world in Sweden, became infected with the coronavirus and I had no way to get to her; an old white man broke into my apartment and tried to kill me because of an anti-Trump…

The New York Times, Modern Love Column — When the Ball Dropped, Our Life Fell Apart https://nyti.ms/363dHoS When the Ball Dropped, Our Life Fell Apart Six years ago, on a frigid New Year’s Eve, my teenage daughter and I, along with our two cats, became homeless. …