“We live in Utah, we don’t ski moguls,” my friend Marc told me. I looked at him with complete incredulity. “You don’t ski moguls?” I repeated quite slowly to make sure I had understood him correctly. “No, we don’t ski moguls,” he repeated. “We usually get so much snow that it covers up the moguls.” […]
Sometimes your kids bring home schoolwork that speaks volumes about them. It tells you something they would never tell you themselves. When I read these essays or poems, or look at a painting or drawing, my heart fills up with gratitude for the educators in their lives who can help them bring out their inner person. Or, in the case of our oldest son, his inner skier. Thank you, and welcome back to school.