Every time I write, I think about how fortunate I am to be an American. My ancestors immigrated from Scotland and Ireland early in America’s life. I owe them gratitude for that rough transatlantic crossing.
I appreciate my education. The gift of choosing a career. Freedom to build a life anywhere I have the ability and means to build it. Privilege of walking down a street in relative safety.
These treasures are part of my citizenship, something I hold more dearly with each passing revolution, war, and uprising around the globe.
Happy Independence Day! Long may she wave.