“Everyone is always learning something new," my father would remind me when he checked to see if I was doing my homework and found me gazing out the … - Marjorie Agosín

as poets, as writers, as artists we can copy others, but it is very dangerous to copy one's self.

We are what we remember and we understand heritage and belonging through our own passion to remember. Home is a living scrap-book of memory that we carry as we move about, as we remember the vanquished and their respective passions and sorrows. Memory can never reside in abstraction. Memory must be cemented into concrete, must be worn like a dress, must be lived in like a home of differing levels, textures, and colors.

Home, for many Jews, was their existence in the Diaspora, their perpetual state of homelessness. Home was that place where they sought refuge from persecution and discrimination. However, the Jews are not and have not been alone in