On Lost Language

My maternal great-grandmother could speak five languages. I struggle with the one. Was raised in the 80s when being American meant being proud of knowing less vocabulary, a sentiment that baffles me to this day. I pay the price for the then educational system's misplaced patriotism. Here I am, struggling in my thirties, with a narrow minded brain that refuses to expand to accommodate a few more of the eleven official languages of my children's country. So much knowledge lost. And while the expanse of generations may sound wide between myself and great-grandmother, the reality is on that side the...