Banff, Canada, where I can learn with all the other Muslim skiers with Muslim-sounding last names like Muhammad and Reeck.
of doors. There were more thank yous and more patience. I spoke to an elderly woman in the line at Chase Bank—a robber’s den among robbers’ dens. She wished us a happy Thanksgiving,
and I repeated the wishes, a greeting that I’ve avoided for years.
driver. (It wasn’t that bad.)
down the next block. “I just met an angry person,” I said to Jane when I returned from buying apple cider at the farmers market.
that being decent sometimes means not saying anything at all.