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
Last year our daughter admitted to us that she hadn’t really believed in Santa anymore. In fact, she hadn’t believed… Read more The “Death” of Santa Claus does not Mean the End of the Magic.
“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.”
Preface This is the second part of my friend’s and another girl’s story. It’s a tale that is being told… Read more A Beautiful, Terrible Conversation – Part Two: Sitting At Home