One of my most treasured possessions is a now-faded piece of paper – my Grandmother Eva’s certificate of naturalization issued in 1942, 16 years after her arrival in the United States. A Russian immigrant, my grandmother held two jobs and raised her four daughters alone. It was only a slip of paper, but for her it carried a profoundly real psychological impact – the feeling of belonging, of legitimacy, of building toward a future of living in the light.
06
Dec
2014
