I look at my syllabus, it shows the wear and tear of the semester: dates are crossed out, notes are scribbled across the tops of pages, the corners are dogeared and chewed. It looks like I feel. Our semester ended a little over three weeks ago, and I’m just now starting to feel like I can…

“There isn’t a right or wrong answer,” I look around the class, “I want to know what you think.” The class sits in silence, like they’re not sure if they believe me. Finally, one of the quieter students speaks up, “Honestly, I thought President Obama was going to get assassinated. I was in the sixth…

When I was a kid, my favorite place to hang out was the library. In middle school and junior high I used to help the librarian (Hello, Mr. Wolford!) shelve books and set up displays. The library was my refuge. And the librarian was my friend. Jump ahead many years and I’m now a librarian.…