It was Mildred White's first trip to the principal's office. Mrs. McDonald had called the fourth-grader's mother to tell her that Mildred had turned in a poetry assignment that she simply could not have written. The poem about tulips, her first-ever poem, was too good, too rhythmic and structured.
June 28, 2015|
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Sitting across from Corry Moolenaar at her kitchen table in Gainesville, she looks like your average senior citizen with graying hair, thin glasses for her wavering sight and eyes filled with knowledge from 90 years of life.