My father tells a story that has a certain ending, even though he tried his damnedest to make it turn out differently. He recently wrote:In 1962, I decided to make a month-long circle tour of Europe, i.e., London, Copenhagen, Hamburg, Berlin, Munich, Innsbruck,...
I finally appreciate the education my parents and grandparents made available to me.
My sister (one year younger) is named Judy and she has a special needs child. Julia is going to be eight years old this summer and she takes a lot of attention and patience. Her diagnosis with her school district is “autistic characteristics” and although Julia looks...
Acculturation, or the uglier word assimilation, isn’t always a choice.