a mom.
a partner.
a teacher.
on an inward journey, reaching out.
a believer, in doubt.
an idealist., in love with my life.
wishing to escape.
After four years of teaching in struggling schools in urban Kansas City, KS, I moved with my husband and young children to Chicago. I taught for two years in another struggling school and then transfered to a school with more community resources. This journey has required a great deal of character transformation in order to just survive.
Survival. In the fall of ’07 I was diagnosed with TTP (Thrombotic Thrombocytopenic Pupura), a rare, potentially deadly, blood disorder. I was in the hospital for four weeks. For two of those weeks I was unconscious. This was a transformative experience as well, one in which I made a choice to live.
Though I intend this blog to focus more on my transformation through spending time in the crucible of the classroom, everything I say will be shaped by my near death experience.
I have formatted this blog to be notes to Matt because it is with him that I’ve found my truest voice. Sometimes I think, I may want to address my notes to Katy or Kenzlee, maybe even someone else close to me, but for now they are to Matt.
