I taught kindergarten for 12 years & I made my mark in that building. (Literally. You should see the marks my heels left all over the floors of that place!)
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We had opened the house windows, which meant that even though everyone else was outside, I heard Peter’s voice & Marlee’s burst of tears and froze. What happened?…
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2 things stick out to me still, a week after the UNCC shooting. The question of how to respond & the words the students were given: run. hide. fight.
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I don’t remember exactly what I said. Which is probably good because it means that I let God speak through me instead of grasping for things I thought would sound good…
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This one hurts & I’m tired of hearing it. It makes me question my calling and whether or not I really can be more or if I’m just trying to be something that I never will be…
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There are certain events in my life that always bring tears. Kids singing. Silent Night on Christmas Eve. I get overwhelmed with emotion and it leaks straight out my face. Ever since I was a child…
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