“Honey, I’ve been thinking we should hyphenate.” My husband shoots me a pissed-off look. “You know, Zakin-Suleiman. Or Suleiman-Zakin.” “We can talk about that later,” he mutters. We are halfway down the jetway, waiting to find out whether we can get back on our flight to San Francisco. Minutes before, a flight attendant’s voice had [...]

This year, my husband almost voted. Not big news, you say.  But in its own way, it was. When Gabe first told me that he had never voted in an election, I had the usual American good girl reaction: I was shocked.  “But it’s your civic duty!” I remember saying. Then I learned more about [...]