As spring hangs on the tips of every branch, verdant green stalks shooting through mud, tight buds on the brink of bursting open, And the skies aswirl with storms of a passing season, There is a dense and unrelenting darkness Like the deep sleep of winter — Crowding, pressing, pushing Us to stillness,…
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We all need a village: November Days of Gratitude
November Days of Gratitude: My colleagues. In education, that is a combination of scores of teachers, supportive administration, and indispensable support staff. Without all of them, I don’t know where I’d be. I’m sure I wouldn’t be the teacher I am. From my first year teaching in 1990, when I would unabashedly arrive in the…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 