As a grade school student I took great pleasure in writing letters to my grandmother-and found I enjoyed the act of putting words on paper. I recall one piece I wrote in junior high regarding how to set up an aquarium. The basis was all of the mistakes one would make in the process. The teacher loved it. I remember her love of it more than I remember the actual piece. I was fortunate to have a number of teachers who encouraged my craft-and some who didn't. Also during junior high I remember one teacher's comment on an essay I wrote. She was horribly upset that I'd misspelled the word "truly" s...