You know the feeling.
You’re driving down the freeway, distracted by your favorite song on the radio or an engaging conversation with a passenger. All of a sudden, you catch the reflection of red lights in your mirror.

Grief is a complicated thing.
My late maternal grandmother was a first generation American, with both her parents coming from Ireland.
She grew up as a devoted Catholic, so it meant Saturday night or Sunday morning church, and of course fish and chips on Friday nights. (We don’t do fish fries back home, a column for another day.) It also meant going to a lot of funerals and wakes.

In my first few months as Superintendent of Byron Public Schools, I have been deeply impressed by the clarity of purpose that defines this district. In November, I shared my gratitude for the community’s support of our referendum, which provided the stability needed to focus on our most important work: our students. At that time, I mentioned that we would soon begin a process to refresh our district’s strategic plan.

We all know that trying to lure a minor into having sex is a crime.
But what happens when the person engaging in that behavior is a trusted adult, and their actions don’t seem to rise to that level?

What an unbelievable year it has been for our KoMets, not only in athletics, but across all of our activities.
There is something special happening in our schools, something unique that I have had the privilege to witness, and I know many of you have seen it as well.

I went to college in New Hampshire, the state that votes first in the national primary election.
Basically, if you wanted to win the presidential nomination from either major political party, you had to spend a lot of time shaking hands in small towns, holding massive rallies in arenas, and holding town hall meetings in churches in many small towns.