Growing Up and Growing Old S. Luckett-Gatopoulos Science, Science & Medicine I expected to be wise by thirty-one; I thought I would, at least, understand adulthood. The truth is that I had lived away from family for thirteen years and had been relieved of all eldest-child...
An Octogenarian Confronts the Ocean Francesca A. Nadalini Arts & Culture, Society & Culture When I was a child, we lived with the Mediterranean sea at our shoulders and not a day went by that we didn’t see it, or take a walk on the wet sand along the edge of the water. In fact, my mother used to...
