When I was in elementary school my mother was a teacher and all her summers were spent at home with my 4 siblings and I. Although her presence during those months would be one of my greatest gifts, I dreaded waking up at the crack of dawn to read, what would become my mother’s mission during my adolescent summer months. My siblings and I were made to read everything and would read aloud, what Momma insisted was the only way the words would “stick”. Two decades later and the