How fast is YOUR muting finger these days?
Oh, to know yourself when you’re only seven!
From the mouths of babes...
I've crossed paths with the above quote a few times before (preferably accompanied by punctuation), but this week was the first time I've actually talked about it with my second graders. We all have our histories, our stories, our tangible moments that weave our personal reality. We all have our own versions of "us" floating... Continue Reading →