We are almost at a year worth of social distancing. A year worth of masks. A year of learning missed for some students. A year worth of development going uncharted. I have to say, I disagree vehemently...

Waves of white cover the yellow lines. Where is the left-turn lane? How close can I get to that other car? Why is that car going so fast? And why are their headlights not on? Will I be able to stop if...

My influences as an educator remind me of the 1995 movie How To Make An American Quilt, personal details, stitched together to create something unique that lives on to work with new students, in new towns,...

1. Allen, my partner, is a burden. He is not working very hard. 2. Cameron had culpability because he failed at picking a good partner. 3. Allen felt remorse for his fallen comrade, Cameron...

Sometimes life is sunny, radiating warmth like the smell of fresh-cut grass on a summer day.  Sometimes life leaks struggles in an endless stream like a toddler playing with a squeaky balloon. 2020 has...

Because some people had told me racism was a thing of the past. But that was nuts. Because racism was alive and real as shit. Unless we did something about it. What the hell did he die for If it doesn’t...

Contributors: Susan Ackerman, Allison Berryhill, Holly Esbeck, Britt Jungck, Kenna Koster, Lisa Robinson, Lauren Stephens, Nicole Vogt      

Since its inception in 1945, the Iowa Poetry Association has hosted an annual Lyrical Iowa Poetry competition, an opportunity for Iowans of all ages to submit their creative works for recognition through...

Poem 1 FEELING PRAYERS My fears are unimpressive, spilling over from an asthmatic childhood after bedtimes, some 50 years gone.   But they are persistent,  constricting my chest,...

A Teacher’s Encounters with Difference   For teachers just like everyone else, there is a process to getting woke, especially when it comes to understanding the role of skin color in America.   Clip...