My teacher, Miss Johnson was like teachers everywhere. She was on a tight budget. She made our exercise books herself; cutting the paper and stapling it between covers made from old wallpaper samples. Looking at her handiwork, I’m reminded of Angela again. I wasn’t close to Angela; I hardly knew her at all. I’m not […]
I went to Connecticut to talk about writing to a middle school. I wanted the talk to be interesting, perhaps even inspiring. But as I went along, I began to worry that I wasn’t being either of these things. It was hot in the hall, and I had been talking and taking questions for nearly […]