Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover: the Unlikely Teacher who Gave Me Wings as a Writer

Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover: the Unlikely Teacher who Gave Me Wings as a Writer

On the first day of second grade, I felt sick to my stomach.

I stood with my two older sisters at the end of the long gravel driveway to our farm, waiting for the bus to pick us up and take us to school in nearby Gilbert, Iowa. It was the fall of 1977, my new teacher was Miss Marjorie Bly, and I wondered what I had done to deserve such a horrible fate.