As Michael and I were driving to Keystone State Reading Association this week, (well, let me amend that, as Michael was driving and I was taking in the colorful hills and valleys along the PA turnpike) anyway, while we were traversing the oh so long state of PA, I tried to count how many times I have attended this meeting since 1991. It was definitely one of the first teacher conferences I ever attended. Can’t remember. Lots of times. What I have no trouble remembering are the fine friends and poets I have had the honor to hang out with during the meetings and at the evening poetry around
Meantime, I appreciate the opportunity to connect with old friends, meet new ones, and share good words. The importance of teacher conferences can’t be overstated — it’s a place to learn new ideas and feed the spirit, both benefits of equal import.