ABSTRACT
Taking risks and exploring new territory were not regular features of my life. My mother did fly with her cousin in his two-seater airplane when she was twenty-five, but when my father found out, he told her never to do it again. He was a Jewish refugee from Germany. I inherited many habits of safety and control from him. These affected my personal relationships and occasionally made appearances in educational settings, even in the warm and caring environment of the Westtown Seminar.
