Clumps of Dirt

This week I start another year in the classroom at a new school. As I reflect back and look forward I keep landing on this story I wrote my first year of teaching. I’ve shared it before, but August is always a great time to remember why I choose to do what I do. In … More Clumps of Dirt

Moving on

With the exception of the home I lived in for two years in Austin, which provides me in part with my stake to true Texan, my family only lived in one house. Our home sat on the same slope for about thirty years. The house on the dead end served as the backdrop to my … More Moving on