Thursday Thunk: “I Thunk it Up”

When I was a wee girl, I wrote a lot of poetry. Unlike Charlotte Bronte, physical evidence of my brilliant young mind is lost to the ravages of time and disinterested adults (apparently! But I am not bitter...). In first grade, so the story goes, I presented a poem to my beloved teacher, Miss Kinnin. … Continue reading Thursday Thunk: “I Thunk it Up”