Well I’ve been off line for the last few weeks as my mum fell off a step coming out of the dentist and broke her right hand. She picked herself up, got into her car and as she phrased it “waited until I felt up to driving home.”…
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Loading...In utero, I had my first encounter with my Object of Learning. Sitting in a rocking chair that belonged to her mother before her, my mom would read aloud from her class notes, book propped up on her belly. These first intimate encounters with knowledge are lost to me, except in some dark and primal reaction to the sound of my mother’s voice, rhythmically following the cadence of an unknown author’s thoughts.…
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