In my last post, I iterated how my first year of teaching in Denver turned out to be something of a “witch-hunt”, a term my then-principal u

I had a SPECT scan done. I received an answer to my deepest fears: I had sustained a toxic brain injury.

Enjoy this video blog I made a few years ago of me reading a poem from my book, "Why Teach?" about my love affair with teaching. :)

He uplifts his audience and opens their eyes and shows them a new perspective to a life with disabilities.

My trauma normally comes to me in my dreams, like in a recurring version of “A Nightmare on Elm Street” I tend to dream about the same traum

My Hulk keeps me from feeling one of life's greatest experiences.