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Dual citizenship

By Notes from the editor | July 28, 2013 - 12:00am

There’s a saying that youth is wasted on the young. Increasingly these days, old age is wasted on the old.

Starweek Magazine

Family Ties

By NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit | August 5, 2001 - 12:00am

I had occasion one evening last week to gather with long lost relatives, four generations in all, in a raucous, confusing–and of course very delicious–dinner that traced relations through a labyrinthine...

Starweek Magazine