Entries by Ruth Behar

With Felicia and Edmundo in Israel

I knew who they were the minute I saw them at JFK Airport. He was tall, white-haired and white-bearded, elegant in a black turtleneck, and she was slender and sleek and had a well-traveled air about her. They were no longer young but you could never call them old. He stood too straight and she […]

Returning from Japan

Everyone wanted to know: Is this your first time? Yes. My first time in Tokyo. First time in Japan. First time in Asia. I’m the kind of traveler who likes to go to the same places over and over. I rarely go to places where I won’t be able to talk to people. I’ve made […]

A Letter From Cuba to My Friend Richard Blanco

Dear Richard, How thrilling that you were the inaugural poet today. For days I’ve wanted to take to the streets like a peddler carrying braids of onions on my shoulders and shout out the news: “Richard is a great poet! And he’s my friend!” But I’m in Cuba, our native land, and there was no […]