Each year, as Thanksgiving sneaks up on us, I take time to reflect on my blessings. If you’ll indulge me, I’ll do it here this year. ~ My deep gratitude that I was born an American. My family is not descended from the original Americans, but we got here as fast as we could. As …
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My mother, The German, and I rarely saw the world through the same prism. She was German; I was American. She was ladylike; I was a tomboy. She only cursed in German; I cursed in three languages. She insisted my brothers be coddled; I insisted she’d lost her mind. She never spoke of politics or …