In the title essay of this extraordinary keepsake of childhood in America, John Edgar Wideman pays fierce tribute to a complex mother who used to dream me home safely by sitting up and waiting for me to stumble in. The young writer Bich Minh Nguyen remembers arriving in Michigan from Vietnam in 1975 and a classmate who said, Your house smells funny, and Michael Parker recalls a sister's vivid -- and hilarious -- act of defiance on a particular...