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Kindness Spreads like Blood

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What if the cashier said, “Thank you”  and meant it  and the person in front of you held the door open  for you too, and if  the next face you saw  was smiling so wide  you just wanted to know why.    Would your eyes twinkle too as if the sky was just that specific shade of blue and the clouds that float by look like an elephant in a tutu?   Would that happiness spread through the hamburger you give the guy on the street because no one needs the second quarter-pounder with cheese?   Would you walk your dog a little faster so she could sniff what she’s after and dance on the leash as she greets everyone she meets as someone important and a friend who’s worth knowing and then play chase in the park ‘til we all get tuckered out.   Then the other doggy moms and dads would smile too, and that might be because of you.

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red sunrises remind us  there's smoke in the distance

WANTED EDUCATORS

For Crimes Against Complacency Aliases: The Grammar Guardian • The Cursive Conjurer • The Equation Whisperer • The Storyteller of Time • The Book Dealer • The Garden Scientist • The Canvas Criminal • The Context Queen Charges: Smuggling knowledge across mental borders without permission. Distributing tidbits of truth , rogue facts , and dangerously inspiring quotes . Practicing unauthorized grammar correction and penmanship sorcery. Using mathematical metaphors to incite understanding and awe. Instigating independent thought via carefully deployed open-ended questions. Aiding and abetting curiosity in the first degree . Facilitating addiction to reading , learning , and critical thinking . Turning classrooms into laboratories , libraries into launchpads , and desks into stages . Illegally planting seeds of confidence , empathy , and imagination . Last Seen: Hunched over a stack of essays with the p...

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Memorial

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 In Dakota County,  there is a cemetery  with graves as old as dirt,  my mother’s mother is laid there,  buried in a blouse and blue skirt,  beside her lay her husband,  and his second wife too  but mother’s mother’s baby boy  lies unnamed in a tomb.  The little hill with picket fencing  covered with crosses and stones,  has nearly 100 graves holding  only Sprute’s bones. 

During teacher appreciation week, don't forget the real heros!

  As a first-year teacher, I learned the most important relationship a young girl can have isn’t with the mentor teacher next door the one with 35 years of teaching experience and a roll of duct tape for the kid with ADHD. It isn’t being besties with the principal who asked more questions about your bartending experience than your student teaching or with the PE teacher who wants to see you play volleyball in the gym after the kids leave.            The most important relationship is with the janitor. The janitor will unlock your door when you forget your keys and walk you to the car if you stay too late in the school on the wrong side of town. The janitor will thank you for caring for the neighborhood kids and help you understand their home life by pointing out the tarpaper shack when you want to make a home visit to Juan’s house and you can’t find the house numbers.            The janitor has worked on the camp...

April’s Over but keep writing

untangle the jumbled ball of words,  find the end of a thread that never ends,  and chain a poem