Poking head above the weeds

Teaching again this week. Bone tired. Emotionally drained. But holy, hell, these kids are some damned fine writers. I have a group of sixth graders who can write circles around half of the adults I’ve taught. Their work is lean, vigorous, active and engaging.

More on that soon.

Now, must cook, then clean, then go out and teach again tonight. Kelly=Sleepy.