Can you still reach back into your mind and heart to remember what it was like being a child? Maybe there were some of those times you would prefer to forget–periods and events when rose-colored glasses won’t quite work their full magic — but overall, weren’t you lucky as hell? Whether immigrant or home-grown, doesn’t living in America warrant some special gratitude? And didn’t those American experiences — those privileges — have a lot to do in a good way with whom you became? I can’t help but wonder and worry how today’s American culture–an environment impacted by the COVID-19 shutdowns, virtual social isolation, national disrespect, and [...]