Falling Back Into the Old Country

Attenborough Nature Reserve. Photo by author.

I am an immigrant. I am one of the millions who have chosen to make America a home.

(Have there been times when politics have made me regret this? A few…)

For me, the Old Country is England. Specifically, it is the English Midlands, where 19th century brick houses built for factory workers line so many streets. Where old quarries have become havens for waterfowl. Where the name…