The gate pictured here may look like an ordinary (and pretty rudimentary) entrance to a fenced yard. But talk to the owner (Richard) and he'll tell you it's really the gate to heaven, which is what he calls his home.   Actually, make that Heaven, since the existence of a home owned by him shelters such an essential element of his happiness – of his life – that it deserves a proper noun, a name.   Richard grew up in an institution from age 6 to age 21 because “experts” at the time believed he...

Visiting the wild, craggy shores of Lake Superior not long ago, I lost sight of my son, who even in his adulthood prefers the path less...

World Enders and us at Red Rocks Parents measure their children's success in the world in so many ways. Achievements at school and work...