It was functions and relations that finally killed me. I was 15 years old, in a class taught by an old guy named Mr. Fox—and by “old,” I mean around 46, the age I am now. Mr. Fox was the last in a ...
What I thought was a parenting failure was one of the best lessons I have learned. When I couldn't help my son with his math anymore, I felt like I was no longer enough. I finally realized I was ...