When my son was six, he wouldn’t use descriptive language like my daughter who devoured books and words faster than most children. My son liked to describe everything with a zip or a zoom. He’d riddle his sentences with a series of sounds that could sometimes be mistaken for heavy fire in a battle orContinue reading “There’s An Artist Hiding Inside Your Child’s Mind”
Words swarmed over each other and buzzed with a hovering that left thoughts moving back and forth, up and down. It became clear that education’s best moments were happening right now, amid tragedy and change.
Right now, just remember that a district is made up of one human being linked to another human being and none of us have ever been more human than we are now.