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I heard once that hope is equal parts rage and love. This phrase appears in my mind sometimes in the evenings, as my three-year-old daughter drifts between waking and sleeping, her little, strong body snuggled around me, her face nuzzled into my neck. Often, after long minutes of silence, and slow steady breathing, when I think that she has surely...

Becoming a teacher of young children opened up for me the wonder and delight that comes from being in close proximity to children's art-making processes.