PEBC Staff Developer, Teacher, Coach, Teachers College Literacy Specialist Grad, TCRWP lover. In love with my family and the occasional knitted mitten.
In August, cubbies are adorned with sturdy laminated nametags. Pencils and crayons huddle up with pointed hats not yet rounded from use. Reverberations of possibility leave their mark as brand new tennis shoes scuff the freshly polished floors. Tucked into the tapestry of these…
Bluweuweoop! A rouge bomb came out of nowhere and blew up my space ship while my sights were set on the…
Today I did something brave. When I woke up, my heart started to do that funny thing it does when I’m nervous — like it’s skidding almost.
Adam and I tend to be private people. Well, that’s a complete lie — I wear my heart on my face. Let me rephrase, Adam is private and I am not.
He walked into my 9th grade Biology class and I was all in. He was it. Truly the…