Original essays
This is a guest post by my grandfather, Richard Lovie, written in the days following the Armistice on November 11th, 1918. Looking through some old photographs, I found his notebook from those days. He was serving in France at the … Continue reading Armistice Day, 1918
Just before 9/11 I had fallen from my bike and had stitches in my lip. To my embarrassment, everyone I passed running assumed I was a survivor and nodded gravely. Continue reading 9/11
So why now did I want to become a US Citizen? Perhaps because in Donald Trump’s America my definition of freedom of speech or right of assembly might at some point intersect with the Administration’s definition of felony, for which I could be deported to Boris Johnson’s Brexit Britain, where my UK passport would no longer give me right of abode in continental Europe. Continue reading Ferry to America