(image: The Mud Maid by Sue and Pete Hill, Lost Gardens of Heligan, Cornwall) Watching Wicked 2 with my daughter and our friends at the weekend, I was lightly and beautifully transported into the fictional world of the story — and yet, at the same time, a visceral heaviness sat in my body, stirred by the unsettling echoes of our real world. Afterwards, as the teens hung out in another room, a reflective conversation unfolded among the parents in the kitchen, about what we were left sitting...

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Enough. I woke with this word ringing in my ears this morning. Having spent much of my life connected to educational institutions as a...