A little about the writer. 

 Me, a long time ago, drawn in Montmartre 1997.

Me, a long time ago, drawn in Montmartre 1997.

 
 

My favorite color is forest green. 

I live stream kfog and sunradio in the mornings.

I was a reluctant teacher, entering the classroom because I needed to pay back a scholarship for my bachelor’s degree.  That was in 1995.  I remained teaching until 2015. It fit.  Each day I got to learn from my students and they learned from me, though somehow I think I got the better deal – from the first students at Oak Ridge High School when I was trying to figure out how to teach and who I was to the final classes at Sierra Vista High School and the 6th hour class with my back row of Junior students who worked their way through True Grit, the first novel some of them ever read, I was the lucky one.  They taught me to see newly not only the novels we shared, but the world we shared.  They explained to me “off the hook” and “fleek” and I explained to them the power of standard English and taught them the codes of literature so that they could understand and consider for themselves.  Considering – Thinking – Critical Thinking – that was what I wanted my students to learn to do – and to do for themselves.  I do not know whether I did or not, but I have hope. That, the not knowing, is one of the uncertainties of teaching.