A children’s book for adults (who occasionally behave like kids). The one book about politics that won’t destroy your family and friendships if you read it together. (It might even save them.)
“Ebony Lock-heart, please report to the principals office. Ebony Lock-heart to the principals office.” The kids at my table gawked at me, and, once more, I had to go to the stupid office in the third quadrant of school.
“What’re you looking at?” I grumbled, shoving my way between the volatile desks and the miniature stools. My hover board lurked in the corner of my classroom, and I quickly took it into my arms and strode out the door. Life had been tough . . .
