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After my grandmother heard me refer to my children as âmixed,â she asked, âWere you making a cake?â
She gazed at me with a grin on her face, her head cocked to the side, one hand on her hip. I knew that look. I had seen it all my life. She had just finished teaching me another life lesson. And she had done it in five words. She was just waiting for me to catch up.
My grandmother, a retired community college professor, was a world-class teacher. She taught her best lessons in 10 words or fewer.