In the quiet of morning, with Mom in the kitchen and her back turned, I’d slip out the front door. I knew the path. I’d followed it so many times before. A well-worn foot path
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In the quiet of morning, with Mom in the kitchen and her back turned, I’d slip out the front door. I knew the path. I’d followed it so many times before. A well-worn foot path
Read moreSomething happened in the 20th century, and it seems to be gaining momentum as we enter the 21st. We’ve somehow forgotten how to be mentors. Now, I’m no expert in the field of education, but
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