This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
This past Saturday, I was humbled. I did what I think was my fourteenth triathlon. I won the overall female award by quite a margin—would have beat all the men, too, if I hadn’t brought my boyfriend, Matt, along. But there was a much more impressive performance at this race.