As the kids head back to school this time of year, it takes me back to my youth, growing up in the suburban town of Levittown in the ’60s and ’70s. My memories of those times are filled with fun, ...

I was born eight years after publication of Weep Not,Child in 1972. Eight years after that, my father was forced into political exile. Eight years later, I would see him again in Harare, Zimbabwe, ...

It was the spring of 1994 when I returned from work to find the package containing my father’s manuscript on my door­step. I was fifty-six years old and I’d been waiting for some word of him for most ...

Ms. Channing is an editorial assistant in Opinion. When I was around 10 years old, my father started hiding bananas in our house. We found them in the dishwasher, in the junk drawer, behind the potted ...