Hope in the Time of Sheltering-in-Place

  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,…

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…