On a recent vacation, I was driving in Denver and saw out of the corner of my eye the passenger window coming down at a busy intersection.…… Read more “On Community”
What is astounding is not that I remember any of that, but that Mary Brock remembers. Would Mrs. Brock be surprised that the kid who was good at math is now an amateur poet?
Or did she already know, because that is what teachers do, help us become who we are?
It’s the reason why teachers are so underpaid and yet so beloved.
“You are awfully quiet, are you ok?” That question was asked of me often in my youth. I replied aloud, “Yes, I’m fine,” while I silently thought,…… Read more “The Sound of Silence”