My mother used to get choked up when she saw a yellow school bus. She
started off teaching in the inner-city--children for whom her classroom
was a refuge. I went on to become a public school teacher, too, though
the yellow school bus always seemed like a nightmare to me.
Both
of my parents were public-school teachers. I never intended to become
one, but the bug passed on to me, when in college, I wanted to help kids
discover the joy of writing that I had discovered.
