2016 hopes

It's been a holiday at home, catching up. I've been absorbed by Francophilia. My reading list included the second novel by Maggie Shipstead and 'The Virgins' by Pamela Erens, written with an insider's knowledge of boarding schools turned co-ed, the politics amongst prep kids in pre-Reagan era, their cultural choices. 

I'm thinking again about why Tim wants his children to have a boarding school experience. At the right age, it can be useful to learn to live in community; unfortunately, it's an option limited to elite families.

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