A Story of White Privilege
My parent grew up poor, my mother in a small town and my father in a small city in Iowa. In 1944, Daddy lied about his age and went to war.
My parent grew up poor, my mother in a small town and my father in a small city in Iowa. In 1944, Daddy lied about his age and went to war.
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A conversation I had last week with an author who had submitted an article to Afterschool Matters, the journal I edit, made me notice something I hadn't thought much about. I do a lot of coaching.
It’s dark. Here on the eastern edge of the Eastern time zone, the sun is rising well after 7 a.m. and setting—well, officially at about 4:30 p.m., but what with the four- and five-story buildings [...]
The body politic is the last place we should expect to find love, peace, and harmony. (Or one of the last. I can think of other candidates.)