Author: Kidspeak

Until our holidays were standardized, May 30 was Decoration Day, or Memorial Day, as it came to be. I’m young enough to appreciate the long weekend, but old enough to remember the odd day of remembrance that came on the...

They came into town late every Saturday night at certain times of the year, farm trucks filled with dark-haired men, standing up in the truck beds. They parked on the court square, next to the police cars – perhaps it was...

      Almost on my “up is down” list is an alert I got today from the Department of Health and Human Services. It announced a new Web Site dealing with U.S. Mexico-Border Health Issues,...

I confess, I am an anchor baby. Well, actually, an anchor grandbaby. Or, as I prefer to call myself, an anchor offshoot. My alien foreparents and I have had our sins revealed very publicly of late. The shame weighs heavily on me...

This is not a diary about mental health, but it might well be. It’s not even about kids, though it really is, under the surface. If you live in Detroit, as I do, shopping is a commute. Two trips, one yesterday, one last...