When I was a young woman–still in highschool–a beloved lady in my life accused, “You’re getting to be a fanatic.” I hadn’t joined a group of extremists. I didn’t lock myself to a chainlink fence and protest nuclear...
My dear son (daughter), I am taking a chance and hoping you will set aside your anger long enough to read this letter. Honey, I know you feel like I keep hounding for things you are doing. Please, try to understand that I would never put you through any kind of pain...
