Directions to the Promised Land

Musings About the Relationship Between Stories and Reality

I reached my Promised Land at the age of 15 on June 15th, 1990, exactly 30 years ago. The day marked the beginning of a life liberated from the web of falsehood that had ensnared my family before we immigrated to the U.S. as refugees from the “Evil Empire”. After the transgenerational trauma of enslavement to Pharaoh, we craved the milk and honey we exp…

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