“School houses do not teach themselves - piles of brick and mortar and machinery do not send out men. It is the trained, living human soul, cultivated and strengthened by long study and thought, that breathes the real breath of life into boys and girls and makes them human, whether they be black or white, Greek, Russian or American.”

You know what I would not trade for the world? Table time with my children Sitting down to a bowl of hot oatmeal Staring into their puffy (often crusty) morning eyes Reading with them Recounting dreams Forecasting our today The seemingly endless potential for tangents and rabbit trails in our conversation Feeling like the press secretary for life The littliest inquirer asks, "Mommy, does God have a body?" "Mommy, why did your daddy die?" The oldest blushes and whi