Life throws a great handful of stuff at you. Some fragments stick, some bounce off and land on someone else; most hit you and end up just blowin’ in the wind. One bit that stuck to me, years ago, was one my sisters telling me about a teacher of hers who adored Jane Austen. At that time, she’d taught Austen for more than two decades to hundreds of girls, yet there was one book that she hadn’t read, and didn’t plan on reading till she retired from teaching.… READ MORE.... …