I was “standing on the outside looking in” when I was in fifth through eighth grades.  The good news is that I didn’t fully realize it then.  Luckily, now realizing it as an adult doesn’t bother me as much as it would have then, but it does give me some moments of reflection on those years.

The “outside looking in” situation during those years was ( Read more... )

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I have loved the written word since I began to learn to read in the first grade. I couldn’t get enough of books, getting my first library card almost as soon as I entered school. I was hungry to know what the words said, what they meant. I’ve read for enjoyment, for company, for learning, for escape all but the first half-dozen years of my life ( Read more... )