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
Recently a friend of mine, someone I’ve known most of my 42 years on this Earth, called late one night… Read more A Memory of a Father