Paperback Writer

Brief announcement

Open adoption book available in paperback

After two years available only in hardcover and e-book formats, my publisher, Rowman & Littlefield, is releasing The Open-Hearted Way to Open Adoption in paperback in a few weeks.

This means two things. First, the book will be available at a paperback price — woo-hoo! If you pre-order today, Amazon will make sure you get the lowest price that is offered between now and its June 16 release.

This news also means that the hardcover version will no longer be produced. If you want a more durable copy — the guide is meant to be referred to over the course of a child’s growing up years — consider ordering The Open-Hearted Way to Open Adoption prior to June 1.

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I Don’t Look So Good in Huffy (Found Out the Hard Way)

It’s first period and I’m teaching high schoolers. The end of class is near and I’m starting to worry if  each small group is going to get a chance to present what they’ve been working on.

There’s a commotion in the hallway. An entire class of middle schoolers, many of whom I teach on a different day, are waiting along with their teacher to get into my classroom.

I am annoyed.

I peek out and ask what’s going on. I’m told that they need to use my large room just for a moment to make a brief announcement.

I get huffy.

What!? Are you serious!? No one told me. I didn’t plan for this. How will I wrap up the class with 10 minutes less than should have? Aaaaaagh!

This is what I’m thinking in my head, and I’m afraid some of it shows as I mutter, “OK then. C’mon in,” and usher everyone in in a sarcastic flourish.

The interlopers fill the room, and the reason for their gathering soon becomes apparent. The high schoolers and middle schoolers want to honor…

ME.

queen for a day

One student hands me a tiara. A small speech is made by my fellow teacher, formerly known as Interrupter. Students form a line to one-by-one press their small notes of thanks into my palm. A young lady is chosen to read a poem that extolls my traits.

Huffiness was not among those listed.

I manage not to cry, and we all get a good laugh at how poorly I hid my irritation. Once class was over I was able to read through the notes and savor the poem. I was deeply touched by the kindness of my students and colleagues.

life of a teacher

Soon, my school day was done and I ran an errand at the grocery store. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I was still wearing my tiara.

I wore that SO much better than huffiness.

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