What Crosses My Mind

  • A Restart of Stagework

    A few months ago I took on a new project. Since I retired from teaching I have felt a definite void with not working on a theater stage. It always seemed I would land something somewhere but I really wasn’t sure. I’ve been through a lot over the past few years, and the one common…

  • 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…

  • Grad Party Moments

    After a year of Covid the grad parties have returned. There have been years past where I haven’t attended any of the celebrations of our senior graduates. Last year I made no excuses, we all stayed home. But there have been occasion where I took an all or nothing approach. This year has been different.…

  • A Teacher In Covid

    Already the interactions are painful, the loss of touching hearts, a lacking support we each carry our own  grief this virtual life apart.   Masks, cleansers, plexi-glass we are talking teenagers with opposing views, a society brought in from home, cannot imagine compliance, if you believe that well you’re an as … well, rather crass.…

  • Don’t Feel Sorry For A Teacher

    I run an immediate risk with teaching colleagues with such a title caught in the eye of the storm that is COVID-19. Our lives and the students we teach are forever changed, anyone, anywhere in the world will be impacted more directly than indirectly by this virus. We will all have to adjust to the…

  • There’s a Song About It Too

    I think it’s the Counting Crows, well now I know it is, just being stylish, setting the tone, the moment when everything matters, inside the look of a photo.   I woke to this image in the morning, it represents something, a journey I suppose, where all eyes come together to find some peace, waking…

  • While We Wait We Witness

    A firestorm of controversy, life turned upside down, dangling in the clouds are the idealists, the true companions of our forgiveness.   On earth here in damp soil trodden upon by the masses there are children screaming parents crying siblings a wonder of just where it all belongs.   In the news today there’s noise…

  • Three Kids Talking

    They were saying things like, too much information, to interfere would set me apart, there would be pushback, everyone of us knows it exists, what difference would it make, could it possibly be interpreted, wait that last one had to be a teacher, students don’t think about all those matters that matter, wait don’t be…

  • On People, Love, and executive orders …

    I am thinking about my Muslim students tonight. I am thinking about my Latino, Mexican, African American, Somali, Hispanic, Russian, Asian & White students tonight. I am imagining the confusion in their minds this evening and this weekend as they realize their lives have been measured rather than given the freedoms they would like to…

  • While Eyes Were Walking

    So many waves of opportunity we stepped inside without knowing only hopeful, perhaps somewhere, sometime, we might, we could possibly land here.   There were smiles all around, we wondered in silence if it was real, could this be this way that provided a happy medium, a place to stay, stand near.   Well I…