The first day of school, you were face down on the floor crying in front of my classroom talking in gasps of tears too old to be your own sa

I gave a keynote speech at the Alaska Statewide Special Education Conference in Anchorage, AK, which not only allowed me to share my message

But then, around mid-year, a 2nd grade student I worked with was observed by her teacher licking her chair. Concerned, I took the student t

My trauma normally comes to me in my dreams, like in a recurring version of “A Nightmare on Elm Street” I tend to dream about the same traum

Being kind, forgiving, and loving is a choice, so is being abusive.

One of my favorite poems from my book, Fingerprints, about a special student, as well as the story behind the poem.