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Grace Has No Outdated Addresses

I spent thirty years as a high school teacher, and I learned something important about shame from watching my students. When I had to correct poor classroom behavior, the kids who actually needed it most—the ones I privately called the “Future Felons of America”—barely flinched. My words bounced off them like an errant skeeball headed…

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Words After the Storm

Note to Readers: These words were written after Hurricane Harvey devastated Houston’s Bay Area. I didn’t lose everything like some neighbors did, but I’ve weathered enough personal storms to recognize grief’s strange familiarity. In the Days After the Water Came I returned to school today for a couple of days of work before the students…

A Brunch of Thoughts

My wife and I lead what we consider to be simple, unassuming lives. We still live in the same modest house we bought over 30 years ago when we were in our mid-20s. That’s a time in life when many couples buy their “starter” homes. Fast forward 30 years and most starter homes in our…

Unbonded

Do you remember the toughest teachers you ever had? I do not mean the ones that held you to high standards in your field of study. Tough graders make accomplished writers, mathematicians, and economists. The tough ones I remember tended to be generally disagreeable people. Some were cold and acerbic; others were more brash and…

One Teacher’s Journey

The First Hour, Days and Years Tomorrow marks the beginning of my 24th year of teaching, and despite the many years that have passed, I remember well my first day as a teacher. In truth, my clearest memory is of the first hour of my first day as a teacher. Incoming students had to locate…