A Passport to Me

“I sat, lost in thought, on that plane to France. Illinois was my home, but I felt like an outsider. Haiti was the place of my birth, but I no longer felt like I belonged. The thing at the heart of all this was that I clung to the French language and culture. Maybe, just maybe, France and the French language held the key to finding a place of my own amongst mankind.” The previous passage is an excerpt from the book’s preface. Shortly after graduation, Michelle felt this inexorable feeling t...