Collapsing Into Zimbabwe

In the 1980s, I was an American diplomat assigned to the U.S. Consulate in Casablanca, Morocco. At that time, King Hassan II was...

Rico was crying. I felt like crying too, but I held it. I thought of my Dad paddling me. “Boys don’t cry,” he’d...

In the waiting room at my oncologist’s office I spied a picture book tucked under the years-old People magazines: Hemingway’s Paris. Paris had...