A few weeks ago, I walked back into York High School to teach a storytelling workshop during Fine Arts Week.

Walking into that building always carries a lot of history for me.

As a senior, I was on stage as Dolly in Hello, Dolly!

My dad taught English there for many years and became something of a legend among his students for having them memorize poetry while standing on their chairs. (Popping into his classroom to borrow the car keys to take my friends to McDonald's during my 4th period lunch hour was one of the great perks of having my dad teach there.)

After grad school, I actually came back and taught here for a short time alongside my dad.

Later, my husband Bill was the performing arts department chair. And all three of our kids went to school there.

So, York is woven into our family story.

Bill even came along to watch the workshop.

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