No Matter What You Read
There’s a story hidden there

If I could explain how my mind works, why it focuses on what it does, how it remembers the details and scenes that it does, I might become a wise and wealthy man.
So I can’t tell you why, one night a few weeks back, I began remembering my second-grade classroom, my teacher Miss Mittis Pearson, and one of the books she used to read us, Little Brown…