“Notes from the Playground” is a regular feature on our blog. For this series, Greg John generously allows us to share his principal’s reflections and stories from his delightful book, Notes from a Playground. In these stories, Greg enables us...
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Many thanks to all the fabulous teachers around the world who give so much each and every day! In honor of World Teachers’ Day – we invite you to consider sending a thank you letter to a special teacher in...
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Poetry and the Genuine: Now I Become Myself What might happen if we “quiet our need to steer the plot”?   Or think about the cost of not saying “I am who I am”?   Do you, too, find thoughts such as...
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We are delighted to announce the publication of Josh Morton’s new book: Voices Within A Teenage Mind. (You may remember Josh from his Teacher’s Talk interview with us back in December.) At the end of each semester, Josh asks his...
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“Notes from the Playground” is a regular feature on our blog. For this series, Greg John generously allows us to share his principal’s reflections and stories from his wonderful book, Notes from the Playground. In these stories, Greg enables us...
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Since the moment my friendship with Lucille began in 1989, I feel as if almost everything I’ve learned about life and love and being human (in this both wondrous and often terrifying world), I learned from her, my friend and...
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Back in April for Poetry Month, Bill Murray was asked to share his favorite poems for Oprah Winfrey’s O Magazine.   Murray chose Lucille Clifton’s “What the Mirror Said” as one of his four favorite poems for the article. On his...
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Lucille Clifton believed in the liberating possibilities of learning – and she treasured the schools and teachers who invited and nurtured it. Her personal commitment to her students was unwavering and they in turn were deeply grateful for her incisive mind, her...
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            the river between us in the river that your father fished my father was baptized.    it was their hunger that defined them, one, a man who knew he could feed himself if it all...
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