“I knew from the beginning that home meant fighting, arguing, and embellishing, and that’s why I loved school. School was where my parents were not. Teachers were there; they taught us facts based on reality. They weren’t supposed to love us, and they didn’t. They were English and cold and didn’t resemble us at all. I liked this, that they did not hold a mirror up to me. Like some kids felt about play, school was my true escape.” HomeSchool Book:A Map of Home Source: A Map of Home