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.
“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.”
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
Yesterday, on the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King, Jr’s assassination we received the news that a student at my… Read more Discovering I Teach a “Racist”
“The fault… is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” Cassius, Julius Caesar. The Native Hue of Resolution Happy New… Read more This New Year, Creating More Teachable Moments (Part 2)