An Arab In America
My father came from Baghdad in 1953, then met and married my mother–a blue-eyed California girl. I’ve always been proud of my father for taking a chance, leaving all he knew to “make it big” by starting his own rental-car business. I’ve also admired my mother’s courage in dating and marrying a man so different from her own French Canadian, conservative father and Protestant, American mother. But they were somehow meant to be....