While my intent in these blog posts is to chronicle my journey over the next few months, this little series wouldn't be complete without a few stories from the past. The highlights, if you will. Over the years, I've had the privilege of teaching over 1000 students....read more
On Day 71, I stood before my students with a giant “71” projected on the screen behind me. (Note – I plan to project the number every day. Today was Tuesday. I dread Thursday. The projector might be conveniently “broken” on Thursday. Do the math. If you’ve ever...read more
From Kindergarten on, I knew precisely what I wanted to be when I grew up: A teacher. My career preparation started early. As a young girl, I used to study the teachers more than the content, paying closer attention to how they taught than what they taught. I took...read more
The day I met Jenna Parlette, she walked into my social studies class wearing splatter-painted blue jeans, a side pony-tail, and an unforgettably bright smile. I eyed her curiously. As a twenty-something teacher, I didn’t know much about 7th grade fashion, but I knew...read more
It wasn’t a big house or a fancy house. It wasn’t a new house, either. Built in 1929, it only had one bathroom, steam heat, and no central air conditioning. But, it was home. When I picture my childhood, 1581 Oxford is the image I see. It’s where we played capture...read more
No one told me being pregnant would be so scary. Terrifying, actually. I should be used to the the fear, right? After all, there were a lot of scary moments that accompanied infertility Will I ever have a baby? Will we be able to afford all these treatments? Will my...read more
Physically, pregnancy seems to suit me quite well thus far, knock on wood. I feel sublime. But mentally? Well, that’s a different story. It appears I’ve developed a new-found bitchiness bluntness. Case in point – yesterday’s hallway exchange with a middle school...read more
It’s real! It really happened. We saw and heard a heartbeat last week, and it was such a beautiful sound. Oddly, I didn’t cry, which would surprise most people who know me, as I usually cry at the drop of a hat. Hallmark commercials do me in every time. And Sarah...read more
The locusts are singing their song again, reminding us all that summer is coming to an end. And with the end of summer comes change and challenge. 118 names to learn. Papers to grade. Kids to inspire. And of course, the return of the alarm clock. It’s been off for...read more
Since beginning this blog, I knew I wanted to write about my friend Jamie. But each time I tried, I fell short. I’ve spent many hours in front of my computer, staring at a blank screen, trying to figure out a way to explain what she means to me. How much I value her....read more
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