Teachers and Mountaintops
It’s seven a.m. on a school day and I write from atop Mt. Pisgah. The sun burns through the early morning haze enough for a glimpse of real mountains—snow-capped Cascades—that heft themselves over these hills.
It’s seven a.m. on a school day and I write from atop Mt. Pisgah. The sun burns through the early morning haze enough for a glimpse of real mountains—snow-capped Cascades—that heft themselves over these hills.