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grief is a bad friend
Grief is a funny thing. I don’t mean funny ha-ha, I mean funny strange. It sneaks up on you. It catches you by surprise. It punches you in the gut and then provides a chair to sit in while you recover. It’s kind of a bad friend, but not too …
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these dreams
“I am going to be an astronomer AND a marine biologist.” “ I would like to do something in art or fashion.” “ I’m gonna be on Youtube!” Okay, young squire, what will you DO on Youtube? Blank stare. “I’m just going to be on there and make a million …
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see you later
Sometimes crossing a field is more than crossing a field. I walked across some squishy grass today with my 5th graders to visit their new middle school. It was a sunny day, but it had been raining a lot in the days before. The kids embraced the freedom and the …
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real life writer
now I am real, because I have a website Greetings and salutations, to those who have made their way here! I could not be more excited to welcome you to my spiffy new website, which proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am a real-life writer. Not that …
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Bags of reproach
There it sits. Smug and self-satisfied, so sure of knowing what is best for us. How we will spend the next two days. What shoulds are screaming loudly for our attention this time? Stuffed with grading, planning, resource materials, shiny, new catalogs, and lugged home with good intentions on Friday …
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the wall
We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teachers, leave those kids alone. Hey! Teacher! Leave those kids alone! All in all you’re just another brick in the wall All in all you’re just another brick in the wall Ok, who …
