Professional trust is a process, not a state.

One or two bad teachers is a problem with the teachers. A school with many bad teachers is a problem of leadership.

There is no algorithm for creativity.

The quality & morale of teachers is absolutely central to the well being of students and their learning.

We need standards with flexibility, not standardization with force if we are to get the best from our teachers.

High performing organizations have cultures of creativity and risk. They encourage workers to innovate and play.

Teachers create and transform energy. They are the dynamos of educational change.

It's important to be innovative when times are prosperous. It's essential to be innovative when they are not.

Standardized personalization=universal right to meaningful learning. Personalized standardization=flexible access to mandated learning.

The bags that teachers carry home symbolize their guilt about the endless care they have to give.

We must never return to the Julie Andrews curriculum where we teach "a few of my favorite things"!

Not all friends know they have lost you.

You gotta make it a priority to make your priorities a priority.

Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

I farm taro. I have eight varieties of taro, which is a staple of the Hawaiian people from about 2,000 years ago, and sweet potatoes, and it's a sustainable living, agriculture, off the grid.

Most practical jokes, I'll feel too bad for the other person so I'll stop just before the punchline.

One of the many advantages of having a boyfriend who is half French is that his culinary repertoire extends beyond mac and cheese. Plus, there’s the kissing.

My occupation is syncopation. But, every time, my syncopation is different, because I can never play the same fill twice. I just can't, never have been able to.

You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.

I never really had to deal with a death in the family, let alone my brother.