moment

i touch the future. i teach.

twenty-eight years ago today, i was sitting in mr. quincy’s fifth grade class. on a media cart at the front of the classroom was a television broadcasting the launch of the space shuttle challenger, carrying it’s crew of seven. among them was christa mcauliffe, who was to be the first teacher in space. in an […]

a story that is only half my own

between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes.  i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]

gold dust

as this year draws to a close, i resolve to take a few moments to myself and just be here, in this moment. i’m going to breathe deeply and savor every breath. i’m going to be thankful for the people and things that surround me. i’m going to love myself and all my imperfections. and […]

spring snow

i touch the future. i teach.

twenty-seven years ago today, i was sitting in mr. quincy’s fifth grade class. on a media cart at the front of the classroom was a television broadcasting the launch of the space shuttle challenger, carrying it’s crew of seven. among them was christa mcauliffe, who was to be the first teacher in space. in an […]

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