Priorities
I
don’t remember much about Ellis Island
or
even the Statue of Liberty.
I
remember being on the ferry
and my
little niece looking into the bay
saying,
“Goodbye, water,
we
have to pick up Lori Peters at the airport.”
My
thirteen-year-old daughter
had been
in Jordan all summer
and I
wasn’t thinking much about history,
just
the immediate future
when
I’d see her get off that plane
with
a duffle bag
about
as big as she was.
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