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Paradox Found in Allowing a Child to Rule the Roost
I must, in the interest of full disclosure, begin this column with a confession: I am a voyeur; more specifically, a parenting voyeur.
I must, in the interest of full disclosure, begin this column with a confession: I am a voyeur; more specifically, a parenting voyeur.
About 15 minutes after I finished my 5-mile run this afternoon, it started raining, then hailing, and now a snow blizzard.
I had been almost a week delivering planes—which is what we did as WASPS during World War II—and was anxious to get back to the base at Long Beach, California.
It was an August morning in Pinetop where we lived in White Mountain Summer Homes.
Life on the Last Frontier that was Alaska in the 1920’s was rough and tough at best–as circumstances surrounding my birth will attest.