I enjoy art exhibits, especially ones that document life stories. I recently visited Maine College of Art to see the exhibit “Making Migration Visible: Traces, Tracks and Pathways.” As I walked through the exhibit, I tried to imagine what it must feel like to start over in another country where the language, customs, beliefs, and […]

My choice of what I was to become in life came at an early age. One of seven children of immigrant parents, my family was very close and had strong religious and family values. The Greek community of Portland had its own Greek Orthodox church and supported a Greek language school that my brothers and […]

‘What year did you graduate?” I asked him. “1964,” he lied. We were dancing the circle dance during which the music stops and you switch partners. We were at a dance hall in Fairfield. I lived in Camden. I was working on my conversation opener and the crowd did not appear to be college graduates. […]