My Grandmother was a teacher (and a nurse) in Lewiston, Maine, sometime in the 1920s-1940s. She's the older woman with a turban in the picture below; I am the baby. This picture was taken on her last trip to California from Maine, soon after she passed away (to give context on her height, my mom, … Continue reading Books & Belonging
My mom was a teacher, my grandmother was a teacher, so therefore, with my typical challenging spirit, I vowed never to be a teacher. When I was young, I saw how teaching made my mom so busy, wore her down, and took her away from me. I wanted more attention, and I saw that attention … Continue reading I Vowed Not to Teach, So Why Am I An Educator?
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