I recently made it official. I’ve resigned from my teaching position indefinitely. Even writing that feels big. If you know me, you know how much of my life has been tied to education. Teaching hasn’t just been a job. It’s been a huge part of who I am. And while I’ve felt myself slowly pulling away from the classroom over the past few years, making this decision real brings up more emotion than I expected. There’s excitement, yes. A lot of it. But there’s also fear. And if I’m being honest, a...

Forty . Today, I turn 40. And I’m genuinely excited about it. I don’t feel old. I don’t feel behind. I don’t feel like something is ending. I feel like I’m finally becoming who I’m meant to be. The last year of my thirties stretched me in ways I didn’t expect. We moved. We left our acreage, the place that held so many memories, so much comfort, so much of our identity. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made. I questioned it. I grieved it before we had packed a single box. I wrestled...

What a single student taught me about the quiet heartbreak of the classroom The Words I Didn’t Say I came home after the third and final...