Yesterday evening marked the end of Homecoming week for my school district. As a district sponsor, I work with seven other sponsors to plan, implement,
I came armed with a basket-full of fresh produce: rainbow carrots, jicama, radishes, varieties of apples, chiogga beets, heirloom tomatoes, and zucchini chocolate chip cookies. I also came prepared with a game. The three teams jumped right in, and we had such a fun afternoon together, trying new vegetables and guessing the names of different vegetables.
It’s been 13 years since I rode in a car past Clement Park and watched in confusion as I saw my classmates running towards us.
Prom is in five days. Dance day is looming and, while it is sure to be the magical night in many of our students’ young
Heed the warning, friends! This is not a recipe. It’s just a salad. And it is, indisputably, delicious. So delicious that I ate it for
People say strange things. Without further ado, here are the top four strange things that were said to me in the last week: 1. From
I had student-led-conferences last week. SLC’s, as we call them, are different than your typical night of parent-teacher conferences; the students are required to come
Why potatoes, you ask? Great question. And since “because they’re ridiculously, amazingly good” isn’t quite going to cut it here, I’ll offer up a bit
I seem to always be running late in the morning, which means I do a shoddy job of packing my food for the day. This
1. My students like to try to guess how old I am. I like to tell them a different number each time they ask. Usually