What Crosses My Mind

  • A Curious Outcome

    I found him crouched in a corner laying in a fetal position. The kids told me that is the way he is. Let him go, you don’t want to have him blow up on you. He does that when he gets angry, no one can talk him down. It’s just the way he is. I…

  • Why I Teach Theatre – first installment

    When I began teaching theatre I inherited a program that walked on water. My predecessor had much success and I was filling big shoes. I remember when meeting him, he laid out the program and then followed with the students I ‘should map the program around.’ He introduced me to his top leads in name…

  • Sedentary State of Mind

    Walking home one afternoon, I noticed she cared about my world. She was always the center of my attention, a popular girl I was privileged walking her home every afternoon, climbing actual hills winding paths until our homes a block apart appeared on the horizon, indicating now my time would wane her goings to her…

  • Living In An Ideal World

    We have students across the country reaching their final days, the year of the senior so many being asked to take that next step that freedom of becoming official that adult thing prayed for, imagined, perhaps sacrificed well before their time, readiness isn’t always an option unless we decide for ourselves not for each other.…

  • Why “13 Reasons Why” Is Important

    In the fine arts we are encouraged to go big with our ideas, to allow emphasis on the issue, the illusion, the piece of art being presented on the stage. The purpose is designed to get the point across to the audience, or keep them engaged. The true compliment to an artwork, no matter the…

  • In High School We Believed

    Everything mattered, occurred, became known, whether we wanted notoriety or a simple life as a student.   Remember walking the halls, feeling the eyes, wondering about thinking that could expose your own state of mind.   I remember they told me otherwise, so I trusted their ideal, and when the walls caved in they were…

  • Serenity

    A silent muse, peace, a posture wishful in why to seek serenity. A word, create a visual definition, breathe in breathe out breathe again for there is nothing without. I often want to travel back, stand in the hallway outside the cafeteria, where I can still remember the double locked lunchroom doors, almost feel their…

  • I’m Your Teacher

    I wonder if you realize the time we imagine the words we deliver might benefit the fine beauty of the child, taming of the wild. We don’t ask to change a child’s life we don’t imagine to understand strife we offer all our time with every bell chime. The other day I walked outside and recognized an…

  • 3rd Desk From The Wall

    I sit down alone here, my desk, my refuge for the hour, no one can touch me here oh there might be eyes, occasional grunts, perhaps even a wad of paper, beyond that I have a teacher knows I sit here I sit in the 3rd desk from the wall every day until yesterday. ~…

  • Going Back Again

    Always afraid … I remember there was a time when I couldn’t move stuck holding onto the metal railing, looking about and wondering if anything might return, any one might show their face again. I remember always not knowing completely what it was that she might sense, that he might wonder and ask someone else…