Poetry Reading at Analogue Books and Records in Pueblo, CO.

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 said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I know how you feel. I miss my mommy too (been deceased for 12 years, absent from my life for 40 years). "But yo

Always tell your students that you love them, even during the difficult times, because that is probably when they need to hear it the most.

In my last post, I iterated how my first year of teaching in Denver turned out to be something of a “witch-hunt”, a term my then-principal u

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

I had a SPECT scan done. I received an answer to my deepest fears: I had sustained a toxic brain injury.

Think before you speak; never speak before you think.

Enjoy this video blog I made a few years ago of me reading a poem from my book, "Why Teach?" about my love affair with teaching. :)

He uplifts his audience and opens their eyes and shows them a new perspective to a life with disabilities.

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.

My Hulk keeps me from feeling one of life's greatest experiences.

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

Hello everyone, I hope summer 2019 is treating you kindly and you are all doing well! As stated in the video below, I am trying to be...