• Recognizing Who We Are Today! (a draft)

    We experienced a tragedy in (our community) last week. We lost a young man as the result of a traffic accident. He touched many hearts. The city, the district, the students were all impacted by the loss of (student), a student known by many for his affectionate and charming persona, an infectious personality. I listened…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • 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…

  • A Silent Decision

    Sat in a room tonight, listened to the wonder, of the world we live in today. Hard topics, sad outcomes, hopeful realities, the horrific turmoil in the lives of young women and boys.   Earlier this afternoon, I took a student apart, confronting their need to focus on their academics, made sure the rest of…

  • When I Was 17

    I remember not wanting to be around, afraid of my own shadow, playing anxiety games with my friends, see who could cover their shadow, who might understand the freedom the real world, the possibility that exists beyond our dreams. ~ I remember sleepless nights with an amphetamine, the coursing through my veins attitude, we could…

  • I Cried Again Today

    As I was drifting by, little hands raised a blue ribbon, to celebrate his sweet friend, he was only wanting to remember how much he cared for her, how he loved her, in that young child turning teen sort of awkward stage. He smiled as he rested the ribbon in the middle of the stop…