A year ago when I had to abruptly give up teaching due to the sudden onset of a terrible bout of anxiety and depression, I doubted that I would ever go back into a classroom again. Now that I'm feeling better, and am ready to get back to teaching, I've been doing a lot of … Continue reading O, Me. O, Life: Some Thoughts About Getting Back Into the Classroom
When I was about fifteen years old, during a visit with his family at Christmas time, my dad told me that the shirt I was wearing made me look like I worked in a gas station. He then proceeded to lecture me about the importance of "dressing for success." (The shirt, by the way, was … Continue reading The Gas Station Motif — A recurring life theme
I started writing stories when I was 10 years old--probably before that, actually, but that's as early as I can remember. I did most of my growing up in a small town in East Texas where there wasn't a whole lot to do, so my sister and I learned to use our imaginations early on. … Continue reading Sometimes We Must Be Forced to Follow Our Dreams (I Am a Writer, Part I)
I have to admit, I emapthized with those students this morning. I just didn't want to get out of bed. So, when my first alarm went off at six o'clock, I turned it off. When my second went off at six thirty, I turned it off. Before I realized it, the clock on my phone read 6:52, and I was running late!