“The cwust is too haaawd,” wailed my three year old grandson when I handed him a piece of buttered toast. With a little nudging, he communicates his inclination clearly and asks for help. “Could you please cut off the cwust for me, gwamma?” He prefers to wear a doggie sock on one foot and a bunny sock on the other, rather than the traditional pairing. His delight in seeing the dog and rabbit side by side on his little feet dispelled my first instinct which was to insist on him wearing the socks, "properly". 

I am finding myself in a deep dive. I'm learning so much from clients, writing-to-reckoners, and through reading your email replies as well as a can't-put-it-down memoir, All Who Believed. Like layers of an onion, the importance of having and expressing one's opinion is being revealed to me, word by word, through those who were denied that birthright.