Growing up as a kid homeschooler sometimes feels like a gulag. But after meeting some school kids, perhaps we weren’t the ones barred up from the world.
Our shared passion for stories will be a factor that saves us, keeping us balanced from isolated thought and not enough personal reflection.
Every conversation is really asking this simple question, because without it, we have no stories to tell. Only dreams.
When we lose the plot, stories exist to remind us of the ending.
The irony of our nakedness is that it inspires a strange shame, a sense that we are more than nude apes. It is ‘shame’ that speaks to our greater dignity.
With religion and conscience removed from the public forum, a child’s faith in Santa Claus is the last hope they’ll have of experiencing God.