Caught In The Middle
slate.com It’s a Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in my office at the middle school. Across from me sits a mutinous sixth-grade girl who has all she can do to keep from interrupting me. I explain to her, once again,…
slate.com It’s a Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in my office at the middle school. Across from me sits a mutinous sixth-grade girl who has all she can do to keep from interrupting me. I explain to her, once again,…
I invite you on a journey, my friend. I can’t say how long it will be or how far; it could be into realms so distant there is no measuring, or it could be just past the end of your…
Wait — you don’t talk to your brain? Are you sure? I mean, when you say things to yourself, often rather harsh things like, “Seriously? This is the third time today you’ve lost your phone,” who are you talking to? Your immediate…
And now, dear reader, back to our brief and breathless look at the life of Jack London, who mowed down every obstacle in his way — illegitimate birth, wacky mother, abandoning bio-dad, just for starters — to become a literary…