Why My Grandkid is Different

There is a particular kind of ache that visits a grandparent late at night: the ache of loving a child you no longer fully recognize. Different language. Different humor. Different burdens. And the quiet, honest question that rises in the dark: Is this the child I expected?Bishop Osei Tweneboah Koduah does not ask grandparents to shame this generation, and he does not ask them to abandon their con...