The Homeland Security guard in Boston Airport says my name as I walk by “Lemn”. I look at him. “I am Ethiopian” he says. We smile. We shake hands. I love being known to my people*. The flight Read more [...]
The Homeland Security guard in Boston Airport says my name as I walk by “Lemn”. I look at him. “I am Ethiopian” he says. We smile. We shake hands. I love being known to my people*. The flight Read more [...]
The night before hosting the awards at Charleston, a Bloomsbury Home and Garden, two nights before Nantucket I read at The Irish Literature Festival (pic on right) in Bangor Northern Ireland by invite Read more [...]