Ronald Regan Tag

Growing Up / 03.03.2016

All families harbor secrets. If you are fortunate enough to belong to a tribe, whether blood related or by choice, there is a time where you gain a kernel of knowledge that can consume your entire existence- if you allow it. The elders’ hushed tones when I walked into the room were always a sign of an adult conversation. Having arrived in America less than a year, there wasn’t much to discuss but a single topic that weighed on my khandan (tribe) like the heavy, bleak winter season that we had barely managed to survive. While wrapped in secrecy and bone-chilling...