Tami Mohamed Brown

From my end-of-summer balcony, it allows me an active way to observe the balance of the dark and light, paying more attention to where I put my energy, and where I don’t need to.

There is an old apple tree on the family farm site in northern Minnesota where my mother’s family once lived. Sturdy

On February 7, 2014, I had a stress test scheduled at a Twin Cities hospital. I’d had a little pain in

Timing matters. My daughter and I had planned our trip to Alaska for late June, when the weather is warmer

In a clinical setting, every part of the body that is hidden away, invisible to the eye, can be compared

When I married my husband Ahmed, the breadth of my knowledge of the U.S. immigration system was no greater informed

Until recently, the site next to the brick office building in which I work was occupied by a large surface

Under the living room sofa in the home of my Egyptian in-laws, there is a cardboard shoebox that holds household

The wonderfully recognizable outline of the United States appeared different when sandwiched between Canada and Mexico, no longer center of everything, but off to the side, disconnected to everything else.