Charging Station

Charging Station

Sometimes you just have to leave. At the start of this summer, many of the people in my circle of care were giving me high-fives and fist-bumps. When the school year ended, my first summer off in nine years loomed ahead. On paper it sounded like a wonderful idea,...
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 over the country....
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...