A Difference

I went to a wedding today. It was my third wedding this year, the second that did not involve blood relation. It was also the second to involve my former students. Sitting there watching the bride as she zipped fingers across her eyebrows to push her hair aside just like she used to do in class got me to thinking.

Not about love. Or romance. Or the institution of marriage. Of course not!

It made me think about teaching. I joke that I left public relations and became a teacher because I wanted t...