The last children were born in the remote mountain village of Nagoro 18 years ago.
Now, just over two dozen adults live in this outpost straddling a river on the Japanese island of Shikoku. The elementary school closed its doors in 2012, shortly after the last two students completed sixth grade.
“I like to have a place of my own. A place where I can be by myself. When I want to play and think by myself I like to have a place of my own.”
At times, it’s like two positive ends of magnets pushing each other apart as they try to come together.
Today’s lesson: when Daddy says wear your heavy coat, wear your heavy coat. Tears and shivering while I ran back in to get the heavy
The algorithms learn from how the student performs to curate tests which will help them improve.
In Tiamat’s Wrath the only constant in life is change.
The originality that captured my attention in his early work is now just recycled, a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy.
This morning the 4yo set up her baby’s crib by the couch. Inside was a small stuffed elephant who was her baby, but would always
Smarsh demands the reader to defy stereotypes, to see the complexity of a person, instead of the image of a single mom with a baby on her hip, standing in the screen door of a trailer with a cigarette dangling off her lip.
