A few years back, my parents came to New York from California for a visit. I had recently moved here from San Francisco. My parents, being your traditional-minded kind of Arabs, weren't thrilled by the idea of their daughter moving to New York City alone. Especially my dad. His last trip to New York had been in the winter of 1973 on a kind of business trip. He sold tapestries then. Door-to-door.
Resolute, I did my best to plan an amazing weekend for them, determined to win them over and put their minds at ease. On the second day Read more