I am sitting on a railroad track. I have never been here before. I have never felt the grit of this dirt beneath me, but I recognize the faces in the crowd— I see my sisters, afraid and angry; my mom and stepdad, urgent, diligent; my father; aunts and uncles; cousins; friends, both old and new all crowd among faces I’ve never met. In the distance, a speeding train races towards me…. Read More