The things that define us:

I can't stop thinking about the shooting in CT.

There are no answers for the questions I have.

No relief for the pain I feel as a parent and teacher.


The first day I was back from maternity leave, I saw in each of my students a child. A baby that was held, rocked, took shaky first steps, and spoke their first words. It is the single most revolutionary event in my teaching career.

I am scared to see my "kids" tomorrow because I see in them all the potential and innocence of youth. I see in them the faces of my own children.

I've often wondered as we sit in silence or evacuate during drills what I could do to keep them and myself safe. Should I drag the bookshelf over to the door? Is there a better spot to hide? What if my hands shake and I can't lock the door fast enough?

My heart churns with grief and sympathy for each life that will never be the same.

"He heals the brokenhearted."

Psalm 147:3