I’m concerned about how dispirited my professional colleagues have become, how much everyone's heads are down, and how focused we are on news about how much or how little funding has fallen under the budget axe. I’m discouraged that a major conversation we're not having is the one among ourselves...
A heartwarming scene: As friends and family dab their eyes, a 19-year-old young man, in Special Ed since middle school for both “behavioral” and “cognitive” learning disabilities, hears his name
I hadn’t heard that one, that way of phrasing things, in awhile. Such an understated, gentle way of putting it. It was said by a very lively 93-year-old guy, from
Thank God we keep finding teachers with enough energy and exuberance to blow right through all the problems and resistance, and they conduct their classes just the way they’d imagined
I never thought we’d get here. I’ve always imagined a critical mass, a core group of competent, moderate people “out there” – with reassuring common sense and wisdom – who would