This blog began as a way to reflect on teaching. Teaching was my everything. It made me come alive, it made me feel like I was valuable. It made me feel like my life mattered. I am a teacher. Through and through. For better or worse. Just not today, or this year, or maybe not even next year. Right now my classroom is in my own house (but really, all my classroom decor is in Asher's playroom) and my student is the most important one (to me) that I've ever taught. Today I'm "simply" a stay …
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Teachers Have Feelings Too
Today marks the 19th anniversary of my brother's death. November 7th, 1999 was the day my world was shaken and burned. Our house caught fire for a reason they were never able to discover and my brother didn't make it out alive. I was ten years old, Kasey was 12, and my oldest brother Kris was 18. When my mom woke me up in a panic and told me we had to "get out now!" I ran back to try and grab my favorite blanket but she pulled me the opposite way. We ran around the outside of the house …