On a recent morning, I had the chance to read poems my ninth-grade English students had written about encounters with racism. I was struck by the beauty and poignance of many of their lines. Yet I ...

“I want a turn! When’s it going to be my turn?” If you’re like me, you hear this constantly with your kids. My kids are learning how to share, and part of sharing is learning how to wait for a turn.

In classrooms across America, a troubling pattern has emerged where students who once sat attentively through lessons now fidget restlessly, their eyes darting away from blackboards towards invisible ...