For the first time in 13 years, I'm not heading back into the classroom. I'm not heading back to ONE individual school where I will devote my time, heart, energy and services. I've been racing through the summer on a cloud through the journey my career is taking me, so having anger, sadness and frustration pop up the last few days has been pretty unexpected. I was able to talk with my counselor about it this morning and realized that I'm grieving a loss, a huge loss at tha

Take a second and look at the following pictures. What are the similarities and differences between the top picture and the bottom picture? Make some mental notes, then keep reading. For those of us who aren't up with current technology, I'd like to introduce you to the wonders of 3D printing. I had never heard of 3D printing until I started my "Innovation & Design" pathway at a local high school a few years back. One of the new just-out-of-college teachers I was working

My daughter Sophie is six years old. She often plays with the kids in our neighborhood by running back & forth between our respective houses. One day she went to our neighbor's house after making Play Doh and slime (slime is all the rage right now). I sat down to get some work done, and about 20 minutes later, the neighbor kid's dad texts me asking to send his son home. I respond, "I thought they were at your house...?" He responds, "I thought they were with you." Panic

The first time I was introduced to cutting and self-harm was during my first year of teaching. There was a student who was deeply troubled, and one day when he came to ask me a question about the math concepts we were working on, his loose sleeve slipped up and I saw his forearms littered with one inch long cuts. Being that this was the first time I ever saw this type of self-inflicted injury, I kind of freaked out and went straight to one of the counselors on campus to let