In My Opinion

For genuine educators with depth and experience, pleading for attention in a medium designed to discard almost everything almost immediately is disheartening. Depth has always asked for patience. In an age that offers none, the quiet refusal to shout may be the only meaningful defiance left.

The light was starting to turn gold, the way it does right before dinner when everyone knows they should head home, but no one quite wants to. I was sitting on the grassy slope by the playground, watching my son sprint across the field in a game of tag with a girl half his size and just as fast. There is a particular kind of peace in that hour. The hum of distant traffic. Mothers are encouraging children to do brave things. Children shouting rules that change mid-game. That’s