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Forget tears. Music has always moved me to words.

I always fucking hated reporters notebooks. You know, the ones that flip vertically? They’re about the size of a hamburger and feel awkward in your hands? Yeah. Hate those. My mom was the School Supply Lady, though, and for whatever reason I always had 19 of those suckers laying around. One in every color.One of… Continue reading Forget tears. Music has always moved me to words.

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The Next Generation of Authors

The next generation of authors might just be sitting in the plastic, uncomfortable desk chairs that I have strategically arranged so that they are not sitting next to someone that they will talk with during my entire lesson.As a reading teacher, I have the opportunity to engage students at a deeper level. I learn what… Continue reading The Next Generation of Authors