I remember being very asleep when my mom came in my room. I was in fourth or fifth grade, and the Polly Klaas story was something we had followed at home and on the playground. My mom crept in, sniffling,... Continue Reading →
This is my fourth year of teaching junior high, and unfortunately I'm having one of those quarter-life crisis moments where you look at your job, calculate how much time you spend loving it minus the time you spend hating it,... Continue Reading →
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