Submitted by Lisa Catmull, edited by Mel Henderson Marianne Siegmund’s father was called up to serve in the Hungarian military just days after she was born in March 1944. Soon the Russian army was approaching, and in August, when Marianne, an only child, was just 5 months old, her mother took her and the rest of her family and fled their native Transylvania for Austria. They thought the relocation would be temporary, that they would later return to their comfortable home, but this was never to be. Marianne wrote, “On this journey my mother was a true heroine in keeping me alive. She could not nurse me, but she had taken…

by Courtney Lennberg “Bail me out if I get arrested, please.” I jested as I grabbed my coat and keys. My husband laughed at my sarcasm, but there was a grain of sincerity cloaked in the satire. I had never been to a political rally of any kind, and this one, the Boise Women’s March, was certainly one way to go in with a bang. I picked up my neighbor—a German expat who lived among a landscape and history that stood as a witness to the dangers of demagoguery and nationalism, and her friend—an American woman I’d never met. While we waited on a barista to conjure up their coffee…

by Ashleigh Lynn Ingebrigtsen I had the wonderful opportunity to attend “Meet the Muslims” at their mosque in Sandy, UT. I learned so much and loved chatting with people who have so much more in common with me than I ever realized. This is Salika, a clinical microbiologist at the University of Utah. She had a job interview in Maryland last week and her husband told her she shouldn’t wear her hijab on the airplane for fear of being kicked off the flight. The fear they feel and the discrimination they endure is real. She also likes Zumba, has two sons who play soccer, and her husband is a physician.…