Fifteen years of my career as a teacher were spent at a little prairie high school of about 300 students. In a school that small, I taught most students all four years of high school, so I had the opportunity to truly appreciate them and their families, and to really make a difference with their […]
Your eyes are not deceiving you! This cat has a purple face. His name is Sammy, and he’s a foster kitten that my mother-in-law is housing. She provides a foster home for cats from the Humane Society, taking on special cases and nursing them back to health so they can be adopted. Sammy is what’s
Nervously, I shift in my seat before the concert begins. I’m ready. I look around and see the same look in the eyes around me. There’s the downbeat! And we begin. I’ve played the flute since I was 10 years old. Most amateur musicians give up playing after high school; I think there’s a hidden
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A poem in memory of Douglas Hall July 23, 1965 – June 23, 2014 As we gather our small cadre to mourn The loss of brother, friend, and son We hike to his favorite place Where he said he wanted his ashes strewn. We stand together, shifting in our grief Still bewildered at our sudden
When I ask people if they’ve ever been to the Ivywild School, they say, “Why would I want to go to a school?” When I explain what the Ivywild School has become, they ask, “Where is it? I want to check it out!” Those who visit the school will discover that the only thing school-like
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