NOVEMBER 2012: ESSAY by Mark Putnam I think I was born in the church nursery. It seemed anytime the door was open, I was on the inside. I loved every minute of it. My sense of self and identity grew from the experiences I enjoyed through those growing years. Born in 1960, I was part of a generation that had a foot in the stable "Leave-It-to-Beaver" experience of the post–World War II era and the societal upheaval that would mark…
Mark PutnamNovember 1, 2012