When I entered the second grade, my life fell apart.  World War 11 was raging.  My mother divorced my father and became a single parent–an immigrant with a modest command of  English and no job skills.  My father, angry, left us to fend for ourselves and that meant my mother

I wrote a blog recently (1/16/17) that mentioned Planned Parenthood favorably.  The next day a man remarked he could never support a group that sold baby parts.  Surprised, I considered my two choices.  I could attempt to educate a man with the grammar of a two-year-old