Democracy, distance and doubts

Democracy, distance and doubts

“Tell me everything.” Silence. “Everything!” My voice might be shrill. More silence. A breath. “What do you want to know?” Rain has soaked through my sneakers and I’m sliding in mud as I walk across the field where I feed three horses each night. In my...
Inspiration and panic in Las Vegas

Inspiration and panic in Las Vegas

It’s closing morning of the Journalism Education Association (JEA) Adviser’s Institute, and I am sitting in Starbucks, having a panic attack.   I have spent the last four days in a vibrant learning community of journalism teachers from all...
Reflection on the year’s last donut

Reflection on the year’s last donut

It was March 2014, and I had just changed a student’s quote in a news story. In 2016, I would lose sleep over making a change like this. But a little over two years ago, I did not see the harm in adjusting a forceful statement to make it just a little less likely to...
Story Time

Story Time

When the art show approaches at the end of each semester, I ask my ceramics students to write artist statements. The reaction to this assignment is usually mixed. Some students took the class because they anticipated not having to write at all. Others ask for a...
The craft of feedback

The craft of feedback

My phone rings at quarter to midnight. I don’t have the sort of life in which anyone ever calls me so late, especially on a school night.  I am jolted out of sleep, expecting a nightmare of something-gone-wrong. But when I see who is calling, I smile my way to...
With eyes shut

With eyes shut

One of my students is teaching himself to throw pots while blindfolded. Actually, all of the teaching has already happened. The porcelain bowls he has been throwing are as lovely as anything made with full vision – soft, fluid, and graceful. He ripped a soft old...