Lead With Love, Always

At an early age, I was taught to consider other points-of-view and was always encouraged to share ideas or questions. I owe my love, compassion, and empathy to my mother’s life and my father’s death. Through my father’s death I was forced to learn of the cruel, hard pain that stabs without warning, the kind…

A TEACHER’S LESSON ON POINT-OF-VIEW

The great state of Texas is rolling out a new teacher appraisal system. Several fellow teachers and I packed into a school cafeteria for training on the new protocols.  Professional development is always boring. There are plenty of eye rubs and yawns to sprinkle the room like party confetti. This year I promised myself that…

THE REBIRTH OF GRIEF

In June of 1992, my life changed forever. My previous date of a life altering event was when my father passed away in February of 1980. At the age of 15, between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I attended a summer camp called Anytown, USA. Anytown, USA was sponsored by the National…