Heights make me nervous. Even a slow ride up an escalator sends my heart racing. My perspiring right palm grips the dirty rail to help me to steady myself. Dropping my eyes, I try not to hold my breath, slowly approaching the top landing. Friends are baffled by the contradiction of my calm demeanor when I board airline flights. Maybe it’s the freedom to sleep, read or move about the aircraft cabin on longer flights that keeps me composed. I...
Do you know?
“Do you know the United States is the only country in the world that sends children to adult prisons to die?”
