In my book, “Choosing Life,” I mentioned how much I enjoyed school. Learning, really. I loved history and geography. One of my teachers told a story about a train ride through Europe. There were four passengers in her compartment. The only language they had in common was Latin, so they conversed in Latin. I studied about the world, and I longed to see every bit of it. I wanted to climb the steps to the Parthenon, sit in the Coliseum,…..
Our Japanese neighbors are going home. They lived next door to us for the last 4 years. We didn’t hear much from them. They were a very quiet family, a mother, a father, a son and a daughter. All were very accomplished and thrived here in America. When my husband told me they were leaving, he commented that they would miss all this open space here in Arizona. I told him that “home” always calls to us. No matter how…..