I was born in America.
So too were unknown ancestors of mine since first brought to America as slaves.
Yet, there have been two times in my life when I have felt truly American: The first, born of tragedy — 9/11; the second, of triumph — Barack Obama's election as president of these United States.
In these, the waning days of Obama's presidency, as the sun sets, as the light fades, as the shadows creep, I have paused to reflect on the bright morning of a daring dream that few could have seen becoming a reality.
A daring dream: It is when you dare to want more than the reality before you.
A daring dream goes back to different places and times for...