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  • The Audition Process – One View

    An audition might well land a student on stage. Too often when looking for a part in a play, a student might focus far too much on the role and not the director’s prerogative. Any director would be willing to say their goal is always to cast someone. In fact, there is a truth that…

  • A Teacher’s Lament

    I think of my former colleagues today, ~ Walking into a world around me inexplainable yet show up we will. We walk in the classroom, we hold your student’s lives near our heart. We will be there waiting for them the students the inspiration the reason no matter the circumstance outside of our control. We…

  • First Days

    There is a certain pull a potential a need to feel that rotating wheel of some significance the quest, we guessed, in first days the moment of truth perhaps or better suggested that moment when opportunity strikes that initial fever pitch ~ Let’s hang on gonna be a roller coaster doesn’t mean you’ll fall off…

  • My Dear Friend, Our Inspiration

    Ah summertime. It is true. Many times in our lives, as a teacher, we would like to retreat toward that which would make life easier. Perhaps we choose to fall into a string of Netflix series, or our favorite crime show rather than take care of the busy work of maintaining our home, both the…

  • I Teach While Learning

    There is a humbling reality while we try to understand how our own brevity can impact our command ~ Last night I dropped acid on textbooks in minutia my anger erupted an acrid forced freedom in Ischia ~ We can so easily fall away the choices will fuel martyrdom I remember that one day, I felt…

  • Why Do We Teach?

    We measure our lives for the children, whether we advocate whether we understand whether we accept whether we gratify whether we acknowledge our own defeatist frame of mind while trying to change lives along the way. ~ I faced an obstacle today, one that turned out represented a state of mind, a clear example of…

  • When will you … begin to teach

    Recognize my value as I walk past you. Each morning moving towards my class We cross paths like a silent movie venue. Me, eyes closed with smile like breaking glass. Afraid to engage you for fear of ridicule, Always watching over my lonely shoulder Wishing people might see me less a fool More genuine; realizing…

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