Contact Us

Use the form on the right to contact me. I read everything I receive and will try my best to respond if a response is necessary.

Or look for me on Twitter.


123 Street Avenue, City Town, 99999

(123) 555-6789


You can set your address, phone number, email and site description in the settings tab.
Link to read me page with more information.



Posts on explore: 

DEEP LEARNING: How we might renovate our instructional approach and achieve for preK-12 teachers and students a wholesale transition to 21st century teaching and learning

QUALITY LEADERSHIP: How we might apply the best aspects from the public, private, and charter sectors to make U.S. public schools and districts the best in the world; or 

LIVING FAITH: Intersections of faith and public life, so that we might "act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with our God" (Micah 6:8).

In Memoriam: My Grandmother, 1923-2018

Tyler Thigpen

In 1944, when Mom was 21 and single. And World War II was nearing its end. She volunteered for the Georgia Civil Air Patrol, learned to fly a plane, and guarded the Georgia coastline by flying with a spotter, and looking out for U-boats and German spies who were trying to sneak onto our nation’s shores. 

Read More

Composition 101

Tyler Thigpen

My wife is amazing in many ways.

One way is her ability to produce content that inspires novices and experts alike. This project of hers, launched this week, is a perfect example of such content. She and Emily at Oncewed have worked so hard to make it ready for the world, and based on early feedback, the course is destined for positive impact in her field.


Banner image via Megan Forney

The poverty of isolation

Tyler Thigpen

Pumped to have been published in the Atlanta Journal Constitution earlier this week. I have a number of folks to thank for my thinking on the subject of social capital and mentoring, including Michael Figueroa, Daniela Lewy, Mark Moore, Paul Reville, Sarah Hemminger of Thread, and Brad Bryant.

Here's an excerpt of the piece (below). You can read the full post here.

One evening, not long ago, I was waiting at the bus stop outside a grocery store near our home, when I heard the woman standing next to me yelling into her phone. She was clearly angry, upset and stressed out. I didn’t know her, so I’ll call her Mary. It probably wasn’t my business, but I couldn’t help but overhear...