Carl Sanders Edwards My Dad was a primary school teacher. Unlike most teachers in those days, he was popular with the kids.  I remember as a 6-year-old that everyone in our town seemed to know Dad and want to stop and chat and engage. So I asked him why. “Oh,...
Carl Sanders Edwards I took a deep breath. I gulped the bitter green tea, squeezing the caffeine placebo as much as I could.  “Two more”, I said to myself hoping for a mantra like boost. I was exhausted but still needed to do more.  I wasn’t...
