But I remembered my promise with the Peace Roses.
The Promise of the Peace Roses
But I remembered my promise with the Peace Roses.
Tag: Education
Karen, I Deserve an Academy Award
I guess you didn't know when you wrote your opinion that I woke up at 4:30 a.m. to once again take my husband to the hospital one more time. One more time and one more surgery. I don't suppose you know the smile I show is one of weight I've learned to lift. At times,… Continue reading Karen, I Deserve an Academy Award
a referendum: why we can’t lose superman
Please read why now is not the time to lose Superman.
A Reflection of my Life as a Writer, Author, and Poet, Part I
Just because I was identified as a child with learning disabilities and possibly autistic rather than academically gifted, it failed to mean that my intelligence and gifts would never show.
A Ballad for Public Education
I write about the teachers who left. I write for the teachers who taught for six months and walked out with relief. I write for the teachers, who are now in different professions. I write for the educators who are tired, and remember when education was different. They're now retired. I write for the teachers… Continue reading A Ballad for Public Education
Not Your Average Teacher: Atypical, LEGO Educator and Published
I celebrate 20 publications. I celebrate and embrace being atypical. I honor and remember that grief does not define me, but is a part of me.
To my Students: It’s Not “Goodbye,” but “See You Later”
As the end of the school year arrived, I had a lot more to say than could fit into your average social media post.
What I Need You to Know
But I need my fellow teachers, friends, and family to know I’m stronger than perhaps some realize. I have an inner strength at my core. It will disallow me from succumbing to any weakness within.
Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher
Corrie was never afraid to ask. She'd start with the charm offensive. When students enter our classroom, they know anything might happen. It’s not in the “We’re going to Disney World” way. Nor is it in the “Mermaid unicorns do exist way.” Our classroom is not your Great Aunt Mildred’s classroom where students sit in… Continue reading Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher
Maybe It Won’t Rain, a Poem
Never could I whistle, and never did time allow for my goodbyes to all the children I ever loved.
Corrie's Season 