I grew up with nary a TV to be seen. My mother’s parking lot come-to-Jesus moment and subsequent Evangelical faith translated to an aversion to He-Man and The Smurfs (an episode featuring Smurfette and a Voodoo doll put the nail in that one). Instead we read books, piles and piles of books. Every week I’d Read original article: Read More
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