The highlight of February has always been my birthday. I can gladly skip over all the roses and chocolate on Valentine’s day but give me a cake and candle to blow out once the 20throlls around.
Very few stories capture the “coming to America” experience; which I am learning is a rite of passage for every immigrant wanting to make it in the Land of the free and home for the brave.
The book of Proverbs reminds me of conversations with my mother. Growing up, I do not recall a moment where my mother raised her hand to hit me.