Real Life and Other Randomness

If you love a teacher, this post is for you. Not because it makes you special, but because it makes you a target. This post is not a celebra...

As the first day of school draws near, I am sensing a definite theme with my teacher friends as I scroll through social media: Panic. Not ...

The first time my father lost his mind, it was a Tuesday. I stood in line at the concession stand of a junior high football game, starin...

There are moments when I think my students are too old for their age -- that they know too much about drugs and sex and the hatred of this w...

Every year about this time, my students create an "I Am" poem. It's a skeleton poem with a defined structure, so everyone'...

Last week, someone alerted me that the documentary, Pearl Jam Twenty, would be on VH1 Classic. As it was beginning at 9:30 PM, on a Wednesda...

I have a young man in my class this year who might just be the hardest-working man in the 7th grade. He is, for lack of better words, just a...