I’ve Got “That Kid”

I came home smiling. Life treated me well for a Monday. I walked through the door, tossed my keys on the island and looked into the dining room. There sat a strange six-year old, not moving a muscle. Since I don’t own a six-year old who doesn’t move a...

What to Do When You’re the Teacher Who Messes Up

He couldn’t spell “Einstein” or “magic.” I didn’t want to take the class. I needed it. It was one of those “You-Need-This-For-College” classes. I wondered why. I’m certainly not a working in that field today. He...