Three years ago my student’s father dropped dead.
She’s had a lot to lift since then.

I wrote her a letter.

Sunday, I offered The Secret Garden
to a blue mountain peak
Dedicated it to my student.
I became a teacher because of that story.

I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it.

She deserves to unfold in a story.
To feel seen and important.
She lifts a lot at such a young age
You should see how strong my student is.

I wrote her a letter. Help me deliver it.




No Real Balance

My letters are real. You should read. We're linked more closely than you think. You could recognize me or, better yet, yourself in one of these.