Writings of A Recently Released Convict

This morning, while rummaging through some old books and papers, I found this brief  and lonely paragraph. It was inside of a notepad of writings I composed from 2002 to 2003. Most likely, it was written at some point in 2002, a couple of weeks or months after I was released from prison. I read…

A Farewell To The Classroom

I wonder if teaching is a once-a-blank-always-a-blank kind of occupation. I wonder if the penchant to provide instruction will occupy a permanent space in my heart. I’m two weeks removed from the decision to discontinue my position in education. I miss it, but it was time to move on. I felt it, for a few…