As a little girl I imagined my name was Tamara–so much more elegant and interesting than plain Tammy. I wanted to do amazing things…serve in the Peace Corps…write a bestseller…perform on Broadway. Even now–mid-way through life and...
I can see them in my mind. Men–worn and thin–browned by their daily toil beneath the hot sun. Women–their hands raw from gleaning the last piece of grain from a heavy stalk. Children–kneeling in thanksgiving before a god who doesn’t...