Here’s a pithy truth: All bullies are cowards, but not all cowards are bullies. Notwithstanding my father, I met my first official bully when I was six years-old. First grade. For weeks I’d been making my mom a present for Mother’s Day. The teacher had us make a ‘bowl’ out of Playdough, then take real sea shells and push the imprint all around the inside. We removed the … [Read more...]