Coming To America

I came to America 28 years ago, to the day, with two suitcases and a dream in my heart. The suitcases are long gone, but the dream is alive and well. I can distinctly see my mother at Delhi Airport, overwhelmed with tears in her eyes as she bid me … [Read more...]

The American Dream

I just finished dinner at a Lebanese restaurant in Pentagon City. The owner's story was touching to say the least. He immigrated to the US with his wife and 5 children to make a life for his family. That story has a familiar ring to it. I too came … [Read more...]