The Church of England was like the kindly old man who lived down the road. Continue reading →

My best, most vivid memories of school comes from the second and third year of secondary school (that’s 7th & 8th grade to all you mercans). That’s the period when I got into the most trouble, had my biggest triumphs, … Continue reading →

Dylan starts middle school tomorrow. I remember it like it was just yesterday. Mrs Stevenson in her wizarding robes marching us down to the Junior Assembly Hall sounding exactly like Professor McGonagall – she might even have been scottish. Such … Continue reading →