I was born privileged.  That privilege has nothing to do with race or gender.  My privilege was to be born surrounded by intact families.  My parents, both sets of grandparents, and all four sets of great-grandparents kept their families intact.  That’s seven couples who raised their children to adulthood and stayed together until one of them died.  They weren’t all great marriages, but to their great credit and my great fortune, they all stuck it out. What’s more, though my childhood coincided with the divorce boom of the 1960s and 70s, I knew only a handful of kids with divorced parents.  I knew another handful with parents who died young.  I knew a sizable number whose grandparents had been exterminated, and whose parents suffered in the concentration camps.  When I visited their homes, however, what I saw were intact families.  Those families came together to form a modern, upwardly mobile, suburban, religiously...(Read Full Article)