There is a peculiar heartache that comes with leaving a country during political instability. The borders, paperwork, logistics, and difficulties of beginning again are expected. What I did not anticipate was how much departure would change the relationships around me. Leaving is rarely received as a neutral decision. People assign meaning to it, sometimes because they disagree with your reasons, sometimes because they are frightened for you, and sometimes simply because your

One of the quieter dangers in periods of intense division is not disagreement itself, but the erosion of the common ground beneath it. People have always disagreed about politics, morality, religion, justice, and the distribution of power. Some of those disagreements are profound and cannot be reconciled by simply meeting in the middle. But societies become particularly vulnerable when disagreement begins to determine who is still entitled to dignity, relationship, or belongi

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? (Should old friends be forgotten and never remembered?) Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? (Should old relationships be forgotten, and the time we shared long ago?) For auld lang syne, my jo, For auld lang syne, (For the sake of old times, my dear, for the sake of what has been,) We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. (we’ll still share a drink of goodwill for the sake of old tim