Michelangelo and Me

    When I entered the first grade at a private school for girls in Montreal, my long hair pulled smoothly back, green wool tunic perfectly pressed, I was the only little girl who couldn’t yet read or write. They had taken a chance on admitting me anyway, hoping I would catch up to the others, and eventually, I did. This is not a story about myself that I actually…

Friday, September 7, 2018
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