said his math teacher,

when I wrote out my main concerns.


she said to my child

as if his mother wasn’t worth the turn.

“Hurry up, I’ve got  mommy duty,”

states the English teacher then.

What am I, chopped liver?

as they tuned out a child’s chance to win.

Wow, just Wow

my feelings numb, because I just don’t see the care.

As if anyone bothering with me

would only be on a dare.

I’ve learned that numbing over the years

to sheath my spirit in a drape

at home,  at school

it’s all the same,

the rent in my heart

continues to gape.

Dear Kevin Lindsay,

This is the face you have chosen for your Anchorage School District homepage.  The page where you introduce yourself to parents.

My child told me of how you were physically and verbally aggressive toward the students in her class.  Slamming your fist on the table, yelling at them.

And when you were not doing those things, you were ignoring the class by talking on your cell phone and messing around on your computer.

This is how teachers at Wendler Middle School present themselves?  I don’t see the humor after listening to my child describe your class.

I have requested in writing that you stay away from my child and that was not honored.

Kevin Lindsay, you are the face of Wendler teachers to me.  You represent an unsafe environment and the continuation of children not being protected from aggressive teachers.  And my tax dollars are paying for this.

Where are the emails within ASD?

Colors shine

trapped between yours and mine.

Undulating within

to see without.

Statements made,

interpreting art retrograde.

Representing this thought


Order invades,

into a space which was made.

Changing directions

creating a vision

to expand and toss about.

1% for Art, Wendler Middle School

Anchorage, Alaska

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Just how long does it take?


$999.30…kick a rock and see what slithers out…


Dear Kim,

When I went to school, we did not have Title IX.   I was so glad to think you would get some different opportunities to develop a healthy mind and body.

Imagine my surprise to find out there are no PE standards or curriculum for middle school in the Anchorage School District.  When your dad and I met with Ms Bingham, she told us they did not grade you on how many laps you ran.  She sat there and lied to us.  I have spoken with other parents who have complained about the children being graded on running laps, yet nothing ever happened to change the situation.

When Ms Bingham lied, it was a reflection on her character.  Not yours.  What she was really doing was telling me I shouldn’t believe my child.  Children should not be in a classroom with a teacher lies, so I pulled you from PE at Wendler.

What a shame that children in the Anchorage School District are denied the opportunity to explore and learn lifelong activity skills unless they have a good teacher.  You didn’t get one and I am sorry.



Someone at the middle school

gave a set of keys to me.

They opened the vault, the office,

anymore, and I was afraid to see!


How could they give out the keys

to a parent volunteer?

Incompetent, as my husband said,

they should

at least get a very big kick in the rear!


I gave them to the principal


He seemed a bit surprised.

I guess people were doing things behind his back,

is the best I can surmise.


Be very careful if someone ever tries

to hand you a key.

Because when eScrip receipts turn up missing,

and you point it out,

They will be mean to your child–

as mean as they can be.


They will have the 8th grade celebration

and  purposely  leave her out.

They will go on science field trips,

she’ll be told she can’t go–

because of something I said, no doubt.


She will be yelled and berated by the Band teacher,

and Ms Mayer will show movies with women in the nude

and Ms Barnes

will tell you–you are not to question her teaching


you better not intrude.


That key will change your perception

of what a parent is to do,

When the cafeteria manager takes food away from the children

and the monkeys

run the zoo.


When you are a gardener

you are compelled

to plant the seeds.

Churn the earth

bring up to the top,

to meet the poppy’s needs.

If you are a gardener

you know how time will foil,

those best laid plans,

with weathered demands,

growing surprises in the soil.

When you are a gardener,

you know the meaning of time.

You weed, you pick,

you water, you wait,

and hope, again, that all will be fine.

When you are a gardener,

you know right now isn’t it.

But  to work you must,

because in goodness you trust,

others will have shade under which to sit.

You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.

– Irish Proverb –

Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.

– Helen Keller –

To Whom It May Concern,

Who could argue…

Dear Jack, Kim and Keelin,

Some day I will be gone and there are a few things which I hope you remember.

Today the police came and said that if I emailed the Anchorage School District again, I would be arrested.  The officers were nice, but they didn’t want any information.  And that’s a shame, because I must continue to speak.  I must.

When Kim was crying and twitching and tapping and a total emotional mess, I still had faith in a system for whom I worked.  I had a faith, which was destroyed by Carol Comeau, the very top leader of the Anchorage School District.  When she sat across from you Dad and myself and said she got my letter about the kids being hit and chose to ignore it–well, as a mom, I knew I could never protect you in school.

No mom should ever feel that way.  I tried to protect you and I failed.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t do a good job as a mother.

We met some really nice people at Rogers Park after we moved from Bayshore to get away from a teacher who hit children and a principal who knew it was happening and hid the mistreatment.  But again, a teacher at Rogers Park was negligent and  children were hurt.  Again, the Anchorage School District covered up an incompetent teacher so that parents wouldn’t know.  I am grateful that Keelin had a different teacher for kindergarten.

But Kim didn’t tell me that her 4th grade teacher was scaring and intimidating the kids.  I ‘m sure I would have just blown apart to known, once again, I couldn’t protect my kids.  Talking with several other parents, I now know that their concerns were taken all the way to the Superintendent’s office and Carol Comeau did not respond.

I am so sorry to ever allowed you to be with people who are mean to children.  This information has been hidden from us, and now I do try to pull you out of any classroom where the teacher’s behavior is a concern.  And there are many of them.

I don’t understand why someone would take food away from children, but that’s what the cafeteria manager did at Wendler.  I’m sorry you couldn’t get lunch that day, Kim.

I’m sorry Kim, that you had to sit in a room with a teacher would punish an entire class for a couple of children misbehaving, but that’s what your Math teacher at Wendler did.

I don’t understand why people would steal money from a PTA or Pennies for Patients, but that’s what I believe staff at Wendler did.

I’m sorry, both Jack and Kim, that you sat through classes with the Wendler PE teachers and they only graded you on how many laps you ran, while they sat around.  I didn’t know then, but after talking with you both, as well as other parents, I know the PE teachers have bullied kids at Wendler for years.

I am sorry Jack that the Student Government at East plans the prom and pep assemblies instead of giving kids a real opportunity to participate in students governing themselves and speaking out for issues that are important to the students.

I’m sorry Jack that you have had to sit with a Social Studies teacher who only put in videos of college lectures and a Math teacher who played the “teacher pet” game and didn’t assist other kids.

I’m sorry Kim that you ended up with a Cosmetology  teacher at King Career Center  that had so little to offer you, that you read library books during class in order to keep yourself occupied.  Or that she told you it was OK to sleep during class as long as you did it on the massage table so no one would know.  I know how much you were looking forward to this class and what a disappointment it has been.

I’m sorry Jack that you have written the Anchorage School Board members for the past six months and they will not respond to you.  Please know that their behavior is a reflection on them–not you.

The Anchorage Police Department says that if I speak out by email again, I will be arrested on criminal charges.  I must speak out.  An email to ASD is not important to me, but I must speak out that children continue to be hurt.  That teachers within ASD have mistreated kids and Carol Comeau knows, but will not use her power to make things better.

I want you all to know you may walk away from any classroom, any teacher, any administrator and come home.  I want you to always maintain your own power.  No one in the Anchorage School District has the power to mistreat you, even if they try.  You always have the power to walk out of any situation and I will be right there to get you.

I will continue to speak out–how I do it doesn’t really matter.   Someone has to be loudest.  I didn’t really want the job, but at this point I volunteered, so I’ll finish for however long it takes.  The cover-ups of abuse within the Anchorage School District is not acceptable.  I beleve Carol Comeau will continue to try and make me be quiet.  I want you to know that each and every one of you is too precious for me to ever be quiet.

Love, Mom

Time to go…

my voice clearly said to me.

I looked around and

did not accept

what was revealed for me to see.

I said that I don’t like this

My response to you was NO.

Information was withheld,

like if I knew in time

out the door we would go.

I thought I explained that I

would take her in a heartbeat.

She’s much too precious to me

to ever Leave with those I  know

and have demonstrated they mistreat.

But words weren’t spoken and letters weren’t read.

Which wasn’t someone’s right to do.

We should all get to choose what works for us

And divergent paths to follow will probably ensue.

My view is odd, I know it’s said,

but others might say it, having tried to openly speak.

no one listening or at least don’t show it,

What does it take or

Were you?

If grief is like a slough,

then anger is a pair of boots that help you walk though it.

because you can’t ignore it.

You can’t walk around it.

You must walk though it.

And, when Carol Comeau said, “Ben Hardwick has his supporters.”

and Mike says, “Hitler had his supporters, too”

And when Jan Christensen said, “The bar is not high enough to fire him.”

and I said, “My children are not a high enough bar–what will it take?”

So who determines what to grieve?

Trust gone?  Betrayal?  Being told, just told anything

to fill the space that truth will invade if left empty?

Permeate the air with new energy, only to find the same black spirit

pervasive, with no change.

To grieve anew, when lied to, used and with choices denied.

Who should take it upon himself to withhold?  Is that how he would want to be treated?  Or was it the easy way, the learned way, repetition numbing responsibility or ability to reach out.

Playing games on planes of the Universe.

Slapping aside any who say they want to play.

Paid players winning with fouls, refs bought to say the play.

and the commissioner says, go forward, apply constant pressure

But don’t get mad.

I think it is really–don’t let people see you get mad.

Mad, anger, motivation, to apply persistence.

Who could do it day in and day out

in the middle of a Happy Dance?

It’s coming soon…

that time again
to pat each other on the back.
Teacher Appreciation week says
we should thank even those missing
the “teaching, caring” knack.

I never got a thank you card, remembering when
a parent said, “My kid enjoys your class.”
I still treasure that time
No one else ever knew,
but It made my heart light shine.

I never got a special award
For making my boss look good.
I only took a lonely student
Trick or Treating all around the neighborhood.

I never got a merit raise,
My students didn’t test too well.
But I did make sure they had my phone number
And knew they could call me, if they ever fell.

Some students never knew my name
and really, I didn’t always know theirs,
but my efforts live in pictures
of their graduations and prizes at science fairs.

We didn’t have much school spirit
in hospitals and the prison.
but, I hope in adulthood, they’ve found a life
which has a meaningful rhythm.

I believe all children do deserve
the very best of us.
Not being told to please these teachers,
while others standing watch
With children only learning distrust

Now, I am supposed to say some thank you,
cook a lunch and buy some gifts.
I don’t believe that matters much. It never did to me.
Demanding accountability for all those adults
Is the best thank you for “good” teachers
this Mom can really see.

The measure of a man’s real character is what he would do if he knew he never would be found out.

~Thomas Babington Macaulay

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Hey my golden girl…

I put some gold up for you,

hoping life would be gold all around.


I can’t get you good teachers.

They just can’t seem to be found.

I didn’t want you in those rooms,

when they show such lack of respect.

Is it too much to ask for,

that you are worth more than those “things”

just right below your neck?

PE posters in your school state, “I’ll shave your legs, then I’ll shave your butt.”

Tell me these people

think you are worthy of only one thing

and it’s an age-old, age-old rut.

You are worth more–let’s learn it well this year.

Because if you cannot–


will be very hard, I fear.


Civil Disobedience


















Wendler Middle School choir

Home of the RAMS !!

Anchorage, Alaska

November 7th, 2010


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