Truth is…I’m more of a night person.  The fact that I selected a career for over two decades that requires me to rise around 5amish still amazes me.  I readjust during the summer to my happy, nocturnal nuances, but before I know it, it’s August, and I return to the unforgiving before the sun rises…

It’s hard to say goodbye to some classes at semester’s end.  I’ve done it so often, but there are certain classes that squeeze my heart with sadness in saying goodbye.  Today was no exception. Here’s a letter I wrote to them while they wrote their essays… Third period, Where do I even begin?? I’m literally…

My oldest sister neglected to return her high school literature book to her teacher. Its home became our shared bedroom closet. I was 12. I found the heavy bound collection of words and tried to comprehend the Tantalizing, torturous, teachable text.   I wanted to monopolize each read. It became a game to me. It…

Something happens to my mind when I transition to summer and out of my classroom.  For the first few weeks of summer, I subconsciously move about every 47 minutes thinking I need to be doing something.  Like a Pavlovian dog, I’m programmed to shift like the periods of the day.  As the days proceed, I…