The Ecumenical Movement: An Anthology of Key Texts and Voices

You had your own key, an empty house from three to six, and nobody on earth knew exactly where you were.

Nobody called it a parenting philosophy. It was arithmetic. Both parents worked, after-school care barely existed, and the family solution was to hand a nine-year-old the front door of the household plus a note on the counter about the trash cans. What happened in that gap is one of the strangest facts about growing up in the seventies and eighties, and almost nobody has ever sat down and...