By Nadine Smith F or most of my life, I was shaped by public education. I believed in it — its promise of access, its ability to lift entire families, its place as the great equalizer. I truly believed that with enough heart, structure, and accountability, we could make it work for every child. But somewhere along the way, something shifted. The cracks I used to patch and defend started to look different — not like problems to fix, but signs of something deeper. And when I discovered...

They were supposed to be at the pool. Instead, they picked up brushes and found peace in the storm. This is what art can do. Calm....

If your once sweet girl has turned into a walking eye roll, you are not alone. Between the sighs, the sarcasm, and the slammed doors, it is