Some days you are an excellent teacher– on fire, really. Your lesson plans are amazing, your students are attentive. Your technological components work as if you designed them yourself. Your students have insightful comments and questions. No one complains about their grades. No one complains about their homework. Everyone is focused. Everyone is listening. You […]
Read morePurchased yesterday afternoon with a Barnes and Noble gift card from a student received Idon’trememberwhen. I haven’t time to read it of course and of course I’ve read it before. But I opened it last night before closing my eyes and treated myself to just a few pages (just a few), waiting to hear Big […]
Read moreIt was fine, of course, all fine. Bells ringing and students moving in and out of my classroom. The days pass this way and sometimes at the end of the week I can’t remember what we did two days ago. They are marvels, these students of mine: people in progress, suffering a pace of growth […]
Read moreWe’ve been listening to a little Pearl Jam lately. That’s just some of what we’ve been listening to. We’ve also been listening to Damien Rice and Thad Cockrell and Jars of Clay and a little Rihanna and, of course, the Odyssey story discs that Emma loves. But tonight on my way home from book club, […]
Read moreHow can it be? So early in the school year? Ugh. Ew. I Don’t Like This. It came upon me suddenly, at the tail end of our first Monday in school. We’d had our day, and been to the store, and I was making dinner. And somewhere between getting out the rice cooker and adding […]
Read moreHow difficult could it be? Honestly. I bought curtains and rod both at Target. People of widely diverse IQs shop there. Certainly I have the brains for this project. And while yes, the rod installation required the use of a drill, I was undeterred. I have used a drill before. Countless Times. Heavens. Still, it […]
Read moreI don’t do it well. If you’ve read this blog for any time at all, then you know this about me. Travel and the ensuing return– transitions of any kind, really– throw me for the proverbial loop. What does it mean to be gone from Here? What does it mean to be Someplace Else? And […]
Read moreI’m in California. Is that even right? Morally, I mean. It must be, as there are people all around me, most notably my dear friends Paul and Tracey and their girls, by whose invitation I made my way to this Really Outrageously Beautiful place. They, and others, are here, and don’t seem to sense any […]
Read moredon’t lie to metell me something true’cause i’m only freewhen i look at YouYou look so good it hurtsand Love, i come undone.don’t paint my facei need to see the scarsso i don’t forgetthe back of my Tutor’s arm’cause i just can’t keep it straightwhich kills and which one saves’cause the truth is i need […]
Read moreMy friend Nat likes to make fun of me from time to time. Not a lot. And not unkindly. It’s just that he is amused by some things about me, like my opinion of Sting, for example. And the opinion I Once Held about Lionel Richie (no one should be held accountable for things one […]
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