. . . and rich are the financially desperate. Just ask my family.
Caryn Rivadeneira/ October 27, 2014
It had been more than a year since I had seen her. We’d had our share of good conversations when our kids had attended Christian school together, but her frown moving toward me through the crowd left me looking for escape routes.
She arrived with hands held out to hold my shoulders as she looked me over, shaking that frown at me.
“We’ve missed you,” she said. “How horrible that you had to leave.”
I breathed. “It’s not horrible. Far from it.”
She grabbed my hand.
“No, really,” I said. “Public school is where God wanted us. It was hard to leave, but the school has been a blessing.” Continue reading →