I have a son. He’s 26, works the late shift in the medical pharmacy at the University hospital. Sometimes at night, instead of taking public transit home, he runs from work to his apartment near downtown – a couple of miles. His apartment is not in the best part of town, but he likes living [….]
My daughter was looking over the syllabus from a college English class that she had just started, and she was distraught over the thought of having to make an in-class critique of another student’s writing. “I’m just not good at that sort of thing!” she despaired. I tried to allay her concerns by pointing out [….]
