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.
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.
Forward This has been hard for me to write, so I hope you bear with me. For my friend who… Read more A Beautiful, Terrible Conversation – Part One: Sitting in a Car
“Excuses are monuments to nothingness. They build bridges to nowhere. Those who use these tool of incompetence are masters of… Read more Excuses . . . And a Compromise: Squatting in a School Parking Lot
When I was younger, I remember I went to a party with a co-worker. I don’t know why, I didn’t… Read more Digging Past The Point of No Return