I still remember the day I walked in on my mother crying.  I was only seven years old and we had just ended the year with less than $70 in our bank account. My parents did everything they could to make ends meet and to provide for their children.  My father immigrated to the United […]

All things considered, my family has not lived in the United States very long. My great grandfather immigrated to this country through New York around the turn of the century.  He came from Pau, France, which is the northern edge of the Pyrenees, near Spain and the Atlantic.  He was a young peasant working on […]

This Memorial Day will represent my parents’ 35th wedding anniversary. However, more importantly, it will also represent their thirty-fifth anniversary of living in this country, and in Houston, Texas. Leaving both of their families behind, and the only country that they had ever called home, my parents left India and came to Houston in 1979. […]

My family has been in America for quite a long time.  I have heard that my mother’s family descends from Isaac Stearns, who came to America in 1630 and then served as secretary to Governor John Winthrop, the first Governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.  My mother’s family eventually came to live in Aurora, Illinois, […]