For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
The world feels as if it is holding its breath. The headlines sound like history clearing its throat: invasions, posturing, populist righteousness, tribal resentment, and the slow encroachment of another global bloodletting. You can feel it in the fear people carry, simmering just beneath casual conversation, in the desperate attempts to find who is to... Continue Reading →
When people find out that I am a teacher, they often look at me in the way one would look at somebody who had just confessed to being a substance abuser - vaguely distrustful, slightly embarrassed for having asked, and possibly possessing a morbid curiosity about what on earth it was that compelled me to... Continue Reading →
I became a teacher because I wanted to change the world. I'm not so different from most other teachers in that regard. Where I am different, though, is that the burning desire to "make a difference" has become a lot less nebulous for me over time. I think for too many educators that desire gets... Continue Reading →
Vapors In The Wind 