Patterns of Learning

(Or GOATed Trick-or-Treat)

Around Halloween every year, I reshare a memory of Briggs at two years old, dressed as a Red Sox player and singing the national anthem.

Ken and I had brought him to South Portland, Maine, that year to trick-or-treat with my cousin’s kids who were close to his age. Our first stop was their grandmother’s house. While we were getting ready to head back out…