My Kentucky Moonlight School

“Jewel, the moon's rising!” Mamaw calls to me. “Time for us Moonlighters to go.”

Up and down pine-needle trails, through tree-thick woods, and across crooked creeks, Jewel and her grandparents and dozens of people young and old make their way to class. But this school is for grown-ups, held only on evenings when the moon is bright enough for the students to walk safely, and tonight is the most important night. Jewel has been helping her Mamaw and Papaw with their studies, but worries: Has s...