Whose Jersey I Was Wearing

A couple of days ago, a line of Varsity football players barreled into my classroom. I’ve been known to offer encouraging journal writing times before big game days. Friday was a huge game day. The league championship was at stake against a higher ranked team. I thought they might have been there to ask to write with me. They weren’t there to write. They were uncharacteristically quiet, this group of boys. Shuffling their enormous feet. Smiling funny. “Guess what,” one of the guys finally said. “We get to pick one teacher to be with us on the field for Friday’s game…

We Weren’t That Resilient

In response to the bell ringing that kids these days aren’t resilient the way their parents were growing up in the Wild West of the seventies and eighties suburban American neighborhoods and schools: I call bullshit. We weren’t that resilient. Those of us growing up in the seventies and eighties were not tilling Victory gardens and whittling useful things out of sticks that we found on the ground. I know. I was there. I can only speak to my own experience, and trigger warning, I’m not prone to nostalgia. Yes, we played outside with the neighborhood kids until the streetlights came on….

5 Reasons Why I Don’t Drink

I don’t drink.  When I say I don’t drink I mean I don’t drink alcohol.  When I say I don’t drink alcohol I mean I have maybe five drinks a year, spaced out between months, never more than one at a time.  Some years I’ll have less. When I say I don’t drink, people assume I am in recovery. I don’t deserve that kind of respect. This is not a blog post about addiction. I do have a sugar addiction, and if I treated an addiction to alcohol or drugs the way I treat my addiction to processed sugar, I would be in a…