God Bless Mr. Gale Wendell Marshall

Last Sunday I read the obituary of a man that changed my life – dead at 68 years old after over 40 years of teaching.  His words and kindness supported me through my toughest times as I always remembered the way he made me feel as though I mattered, as though I had value.  He taught…

the wrong kind of goodbye

As a teacher I am used to saying goodbye.  Students move in and out of the district, always coming and going.  Farewells naturally occur at the end of every school year as I pass along my little cherubs to the next lucky soul that gets to touch their lives. Often times I ignore my feelings of loss and try…

loss

Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend Today I am attending the funeral of my childhood friend, Dave.  Much like a brother, Dave would taunt me relentlessly.  He would laugh with me and joke around.  He would often threaten to beat up misbehaving boyfriends or anyone that made me upset.  When Dave smiled his whole face…