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I woke up this morning, even before I remembered, thinking about love, about how teaching is about love, maybe only about love, and how seld...

I am lying in a tent staring up at the roof. I can hear my granddaughter singing just outside it.   We are in her bedroom. I am tucked in...

I woke up this morning questioning my commitments. I didn’t want to go to CrossFit at all. Ever. Why, I wondered, after years of doing no...

Recently I received a memo to remind me of John Hattie’s research on collective teacher efficacy, the number one influence, according to ...

I have been reading. A lot. The more I read, though, the less I seem to understand anything at all. I’m trying to find the answer to how t...

If you are a teacher, you know about the summer list. Not only are you going to lounge at the beach and read novels, hang out with friends...

Lately I’ve begun to feel like one of those dreadful curmudgeons, crossed arms, curled lip, jaded eye, slouched in the back of required me...