I write poems for people. At parks, cafés, craft shows, art markets, and even sometimes (rather creepily) on the bus. I fell into this accidentally. Initially, I held resistance to the idea. I thought people would hate it, or that it would be too much pressure to write on the spot. But then I gave… Continue reading what dreams are made of
I didn’t learn the most about teaching from school, nor from any teacher-training course, internship, mentorship, or apprenticeship program. Rather, I learned how to teach from a three- and a four-year-old.