Though it occurred many years ago, I’ll never forget the day when, as a teacher, I walked into the woman’s lounge at school and found a rape victim, a young student, collapsed on a couch, her taffy colored hair cascading over a blue, velvet cushion.  With her pupils thrown far ba

While having lunch with a former student the other day, I reminisced about my childhood.  Mine was far from ideal, being raised in Los Angeles in the 1940s and  subjected to racial prejudice because my mother was a Latina.  Nonetheless, as I approach the 80th decade of my life, Iâ€