KHS Slice

by Tracey It’s March, and in my house, that means March Madness takes center stage and our lives are transformed for the duration of the month. The television blares with the sound of game commentary, filling the family room and seeping into the kitchen and living room. My phone constantly vibrates and vibrates and vibrates…

by Jame’el       I began my career as a 2nd grade teacher in Bridgeport, CT, in December 2015.   After a few years, I transitioned to a 4th grade classroom teacher position in Westport.  As I taught, grew and learned, I became attracted to the idea of having an impact on students across…

By Catherine  8:45 My day starts with greeting kids as they get out of their cars. Some are still sleepy. Some look as though they have been up for hours. Some walk inside the building on their own. Some wait with an extended hand as their sibling or bestie gets out of the car. Sweet.…

by Jennifer Fuentes-Gibbs Have you ever had a place that just felt like home, which wasn’t your house? Mine is a tiny beach in Rowayton called RYC.  As a child my mother left when I was 8, and my dad was a hard working but lonely and single father. (Later to realize he was a…

by Karen Shugrue The annual merging of 2 things that make me most happy.  Nature, in all its burgeoning glory happens in March, this always mad-glad month. And possibility. March reliably brings that too.  The bulbs bursting with sunshine blooms, but still cold air, frosty nights. March is all new beginnings in the natural world. …

By John Brakeman I am the youngest of four siblings and, it goes without saying, they have taught me a lot throughout my lifetime. One glorious slice of life was their idea of teaching me how to ride a bike. Now, anyone who is the youngest in their family will know that getting new toys,…

by Carrie I took a prompt from the jar in the school lounge and read the question, “Who was your dearest friend in elementary school? Why was that person so special?” Memories of many people came back to me. I grew up in a very small town in Connecticut where there were far fewer than…

by Jame’el The buzzing sound of hair clippers, the distinct scent of shaving cream, the burning sensation of alcohol on my head, and the incomparable feeling of a fresh cut—the Barbershop. It all started around the mid-’90s. I was just 5 or 6 years old, but I can still remember trips to the barbershop, waking…

by Kate Romano My obsession with tulips began my senior year of college.  The months were flying by and that meant my time nannying two precious little girls was also winding down.  There was a level of permanent anxiety as I applied for jobs, wrapped up my swimming career and prepared for life “in the…

By: Katie Doerner As the weather gets nice I have been trying to take a walk around the track more often.  In the past two weeks, I have had meaningful and therapeutic walks with some of our colleagues. I have to be honest, most times I go for a walk I look forward to being…