Source: IStock montage When I was a kid, I hated reading. I forced my eyes across the page, but the sentences never came to life for me – at least, not until eighth grade, when my mom, an English substitute teacher (a five-foot battleaxe of a woman), found a report card buried in my bookbag. I won’t tell you what my grades in reading and writing were, but they were not the marks my mother expected. “You are going to do your reading with me,” she said, pausing to compose herself. “From now on.” And that’s what happened. Evening after evening, we sat down after dinner at the kitchen table and we read together. This was not story time or a chance to listen to reading that I should […]
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