The following essay was first published in Granddad’s Dictionary: Reflections on Life in America in April 2014. Since then the immigration rhetoric has become more extreme and the debate more empty. As the essay predicted, progress has been at the margin, not enough in the core issues.
Another new year has come and gone. The last few haven’t seemed special because I’ve lived through too many of them. I reached out looking for a towel like I do every morning after my shower because I can’t seem to find it through the steam that fills the room. After I dried my face I walked over to the sink in order to wipe off the bathroom mirror so I could continue with the routine at the beginning of my day.