Where No Pie Belongs
Getting Ready to Teach I’m in my classroom, trying to muster up some flair. And then, I see a student has baked two pies to
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Getting Ready to Teach I’m in my classroom, trying to muster up some flair. And then, I see a student has baked two pies to
My I-Really-Just-Don’t-Care student hands me some of his writing to read. He’s typed eight single-spaced pages. I didn’t assign him this project. He wrote something
This morning, I get another rejection for this one novel that I just loved writing. I thought it was so clever, so unique, so compelling.
What happens when you don’t need to find the extraordinary moment in the common thing because, well, everything around you is already packaged and delivered
I’m chopping romaine lettuce this morning, and all of a sudden, I’m back in 8th grade. It’s 1988. My teacher, Mrs. Guiles, tells the class:
If I’m going to live with flair, I have to think about communicating with flair. Most of us will have thousands of occasions for writing