A few things have been swirling around in the media over the past few days and weeks have gradually coalesced into something worth writing about, and this morning over breakfast, my beautiful wife summed it all up…
The sun was creeping slowly over the rooftops of the 16th as our footsteps echoed through the empty lanes. Dogs scurried, distant sirens wailed, the sounds of a city opening it’s eyes. In my hand, five small fingers were warm and expectant.
It’s Thursday morning, the sky is grey and unhappy and I’m smiling to myself.
I’m sitting in a stuffy classroom in Columbia Teachers College, New York City, listening to a how-to-teach-writing expert and an air conditioner.