Editor’s Note: A wonderful childhood story about what life in Minnesota used to be like and how we wish it still were in places like Minneapolis and throughout Minnesota . . . **My dad had weekends off. On weekdays he was owner, partner, and chief mechanic at Peterson’s D-X gas station across from the original St….
My 30-year eclectic teaching “family” of students and colleagues began in August of 1974. The wall plaque outside my very first classroom in the old 1900 high school building in Stewartville, Minnesota, identified my room as a “TMR Special Education” setting. It was an expansive room complete with a cloak room, echoing wooden floors, and tallwindows…
Math Anxiety! My palms still sweat when I hear the words arithmetic or mathematics. Even thinking about any future cognitive memory test given to me by my physician requiring me to count backward by 7s, starting from 100, is enough to make my heart race. Let’s just say on a good math day my brain would have…
