Wednesday, May 25, 2016



Letting go of memories, of identity, of wonderful kids who made me laugh every day, made me think, kept me humble--as I clean out my cupboards and wade through years and years of photos, cards, notes, thank yous--it's very hard.

I feel so blessed to have been a teacher, their teacher, a recipient of so much wisdom from young people who don't even realize they teach us adults, if we will only listen.

I had to cut out the comment pages before letting go of the yearbooks. Fortunately, I still have about four boxes of photos of all these kids many of whom have kids of their own, and some of whom are teachers themselves.

To touch a life is a gift; to have my life touched by young people is a blessing.

Thank you, all 3000+ of you out there!