year-old Camilla Deaver loves to read. Ask her how many books she‚?ôs read since the beginning of the school year and she wrinkles her brow while she calculates the number.
‚??Sixty, or something like that,‚?ù she says.
Deaver‚?ôs mother, (...)
It‚?ôs evening and as I walk into the house the sounds, they echo off the walls and reverberate in between my ears, jolting my body. It‚?ôs the children, of course, and it takes me a while to adjust and, really, I don‚?ôt know if I ever do, rather I (...)