— NYT Opinion (@nytopinion) November 23, 2016
I hugged my children today.
I am grateful to have been born where I was born, to have never experienced a war on home soil, to never have to wonder what it’s like to go hungry. I am truly blessed.
I once had the honor and privilege of talking to a Bosnian woman who was a former refugee. She spoke of eating grass and plaster from the walls, of trying to make stew out of leather boots. Of eating paper.
I’ve never had to do that. And I hear on the news about just awful things that people face elsewhere. And I am grateful.