“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.
Start with a history lesson on Rome, add a yet-unplanned, elementary art class, and you get a mosaic. At least, I did. In the making, I found some reflections. In high school, my geography teacher taught me that Canada has a cultural mosaic. Our… Continue Reading “Mosaic: Art and the Culture of the Kingdom”
. . . error is not a fault. It is an opportunity to learn.
Some call it tough love. “I feel like the big bad witch of the cloakroom!” I fume in stage whisper to my co-teacher. In establishing a new, fast-growing school, we have needed to find traditions and rules that are worth making and keeping. … Continue Reading “Bootlegging”