In northwestern Pennsylvania, there is a small city and in that city there is a chapel. The chapel is old, made of gray stone with a spire and stained glass windows that are so ancient their paint began to run decades ago. The chapel… Continue Reading “A Place in My Heart”
There was something heady about roaming rows of tomes full of ancient legislature–red-bound books that boasted debates from the House of Commons and forest green, gilt-bound ones that contained government discussions of Canada, even before it was a nation. The shelves held, too, pamphlets… Continue Reading “On Knowing: Part One”
Tips, anecdotes and confessions of a fifth year teacher in ABC’s, or in other words, “The ABC’s of teaching.”
“You have got to be quiet or the slave catchers are going to find us!” The rustles, thumps, whispers and barely veiled exclamations suddenly ceased. Pitch black darkness filled the hot basement room, and the boiler in the room beside us shuddered and hissed. … Continue Reading “These Chains”
Two students who’ve taught me more than they’ll ever know.