A kindergartener who visited my fifth grade classroom once in a while when his “medicine dropped him off,” started calling me Miss Sprinkle. I learned to love that little boy, although he drove EVERYBODY crazy! I especially loved his name for me, and the fact that he loved me.
Miss Sprinkle has been through a lot. But I think I am still pretty sparkly. I am almost fifty now, and there have been a lot of changes… I’m not trying to be June Cleaver any more, but I definitely have a new kind of Happily Ever After in progress.
This is not just a blog for teachers, but I have some stuff to share with teachers and people who care about them. It’s not really aimed at parents, but being a parent is just part of who I AM. So is being a Presbyterian. So is being a Texan. And a musician. And a daughter. And a friend. And a survivor.