“Malcolm was here.” Served me right. It was my first full year teaching. Malcolm was an eighth grader who was the most infamous student in the school (it was a…
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I’ve met a stranger. As a matter of fact, anybody I come across whom I’ve never met and with whom I exchange “how-do-you-dos” is a stranger to me. At least…
Raise your hand if you still subscribe to and read a hardcopy newspaper every morning or day. It’s OK if you don’t. In the modern era, newspapers are just as…
When I come to think about it, probably the one thing I’m most proud of teaching my sixth grade students, those eleven and twelve year old charges of yesteryear, was…
Just start writing, she told me. Simple enough advice. Almost too simple. But it has never failed to work for me. The premise: Once you “just start writing,” you can…