Sometimes seizing the day means staying in bed a little longer with your kids.
The Girl with the Paper Rose* There’s a mountain of anger in that small frame. Passion, fear, hate for the… Read more The Girl With the Paper Rose, or Why I Still Teach… For Now.
The Boy’s Smile There is an old mirror in the shower, pitted and scaled with age. Every time… Read more The Boy’s Smile
The House on Bar Street It was Summer at the house on Bar Street, and at five or six… Read more The House on Bar Street
“He hurt me, he scarred me, and even at forty-four it’s changed me forever. I thought of my students who’ve been through this and worse. It doesn’t matter if it happens if you’re fourteen or forty-four, it changes you, how you view the world. How you view yourself. For the first time, I could see myself as something else besides a strong, female teacher. I could be a strong woman.”