Snapshots from Senior Week/Graduation It was a week of red bliss- which accurately describes both my face and the potato salad I overbought. (Thursday) Middle Daughter kept looking at me, “Don’t cry Mom,” she’d said. Of course that didn’t help, and the tears came anyway. I looked away but I didn’t want to. … Continue reading The Week of Red Bliss
There is a school in a quaint little town, nearby the sea. This is a school that was built, brick by brick, quite traditionally; contractors, masons, hours upon hours, days upon days, piece by piece. Here is a picture of the school in the town by the sea. These are the bricks that make up … Continue reading The School that We Built
The first lesson I learned as a teacher was that you should always come to class prepared. The second lesson- and just as important as the first- was that no matter how much you prepare, teaching can be ninety-five percent improvisation. But you should show up prepared anyway. Because if you don't, the kids can … Continue reading A Lesson in Art History
A friend once said, "The Facebook comments are where common sense and decency go to die." And yet, I still read them and sometimes I even respond. It's akin to a train wreck; I can't look away. Recently I got caught up in a thread where a man made a disparaging comment about teachers, insinuating … Continue reading Who Are You?