It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary
to put all the play and learning into childhood,
all the work into middle age,
and all the regrets into old age.
Margaret Mead, Teacher's Treasury of Stories for Every Occasion
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Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed. You know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be. D...
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That you need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. Your own village means that you're not alone, that you know there'...
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My mother loves butter more than I do, more than anyone. She pulls chunks off the stick and eats it plain, explaining cream spun around into...