Tag: teacher
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November 16, 2021
Late afternoon last week and I was walking past a house when the door banged open and a woman shouted, “Kate? I’m a teacher. I wanted to tell you a story.” “Okay,” I said. “I love a story.” “So, I teach fourth grade.” “Uh huh,” I said. “Do you read aloud to them?” “Please,” said…
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July 20, 2021
At the post office, the woman ahead of me in line turned to me and said, “Well, I did it. Don’t ask me how I did it. But I did it.” I nodded. I smiled. I had no idea what she was talking about. “I’m a third grade teacher,” the woman said. “I know who…
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November 18, 2020
This morning I woke up thinking about a fifth-grade boy who came through a signing line at a bookstore in North Carolina. I signed his copy of Despereaux and he said, “My teacher said fifth grade is the year of asking questions.” “Really?” I said. “Yeah,” he said. He took out a notebook. “Every day…
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October 17, 2019
Sometimes, in a signing line, I’ll ask kids how they found their way to my stories. Their answers go like this: My teacher. My teacher read it. My teacher read it to the class. My teacher gave it to me. My teacher read it to me. My teacher read it to us. My teacher. My…
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July 30, 2019
Last week, late in the afternoon, I was heading into the post office. I had spent the morning writing and writing and rewriting; and I was very much in my head, thinking about this little story I was working on when I walked past a woman who said, “Are you Kate?” This woman, it turns…
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January 24, 2019
Last week, I received a letter from a college student whose third grade teacher had read The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane aloud to the class. “I wanted you to know that I still think about that rabbit all these years later,” the letter writer said. “And I also think about Bryce. Do you?” The…