“Mom, remind me why you have this.” I held up a six inch centerpiece. It was a plastic, old fashioned milk can the color of dijon mustard with plastic daisies the size of dimes glued into it. The arrangement conflicted with the signed paintings decorating the walls. “Do you remember that year I taught sixth …

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“What is wrong with you today?” My young son yanked toys from his siblings, argued about games and groused all day. After hours of struggling to control the situations, I pulled him aside and sat at eye to eye with him. “You have not been very nice to your brothers. What is going on?” Instead …

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