My brothers and I spent an inordinate amount of time with our mother when we were children, not only because we went to school where she worked, as the head of the middle school, but because she loved being with kids. She was a bit of a child herself. She had married when she was seventeen, and in some ways never lost the teen-ager inside her. Over the summer, she would study the names of Northeastern birds in her Audubon books and, with utter focus, write a list of the ones she'd seen. She had a vivid sense of what makes children feel safe, and she believed in a child's experience of the world. Students trusted her, even when they'd been sent to her office and she was asking them why in the world they had done whatever it was they had done.

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