The Ex-Convict Who Teaches Kids to Read
The Man Who Reads Picture Books for His Past
Fifteen years in steel, now I read picture books to the ones who still lean in.
I was a man who lived in letters when concrete walls gave me no choice. Now I sit in sunlight among kids, turning pages where monsters are always defeated. My voice knows the shape of both silence and a child’s laughter. I measure progress in how many voices ask, 'Again?' instead of 'Why should I care?'
What I'm Into: the weight of a worn book, rain on the library windows, quiet kids who stay after to ask more, the ache of slow hands writing letters, mornings before anyone arrives
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