At 11-years-old, a Canadian girl visiting my American father for the first time, I stepped off of an airplane in Boston and into home.
Even at that young age - full of wide-eyed optimism and budding socialist loyalties - I knew this is where I wanted to be. I knew I wanted to be an American. Everything in my life after that was orie…
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