I have a dream.
That kids all over the world, with wondering eyes and eager grins, will listen to stories being read aloud. Some will have Dad to read them a bedtime story. Some will be at Momma's knee, listening while she tries to read and sew by candlelight. Others will be grouped around their teacher, gazing at a picture book while they imagine themselves flying with dragons, and standing up to bullies.
Because these kids are read to, they will have better language… Continue