Patrick is teaching even on his off days.

Patrick Harris II (he/him) is an interdisciplinary writer and storyteller on a mission to help the world care more about kids at the margins and the humans in their lives who support them.

“Rarely will you discover a raw, gorgeously narrated love letter about a passion. This audiobook offers just that–and more.”

-Audiofile Magazine (2023)

Patrick was so raw and unique and REAL. It was inspiring to hear someone talk about how we’re humans first. Sometimes, I think teachers forget that.”

– Teacher, Round Rock ISD


  • One of the biggest mistake teachers and educational systems make is not taking the effects of teaching turnover seriously. If relationship building is the core of what our work is about, then we ought to consider the impact of leaving on the relationships with our students. From someone who has taught in six school in…


  • Oh, grief.

    I only knew youTo beA line from someone else’s story A page from a bookI had only heardBut never got around to reading. Folks told meyou could feel thethe heaviness of the darkness and the warmth of lightEverything and nothingAt the same time. When I heard you were in townI knew how it would end.I’d…


  • Please click here to read my latest piece titled, “Many Eyes Are on the Teachers Who Leave. What About the Ones Who Stay?” on EdSurge. This is my first of four narratives pieces that will appear in Ed Surge. This year, I am a Voices of Change fellow with the publication company. Big shout out…


  • Over the weekend, I was sent a podcast clip of a group of educators discussing tips they had for new teachers. I appreciated the nuanced approach to the tired argument that new teachers need to learn to work in their “contracted hours”. This is all too familiar. When I entered the classroom in 2015, veteran…


  • My name is Patrick and I’m an English Language Arts teacher that is insecure about his writing. Am I out here by myself? I fell in love with writing in the fourth grade. Hyped up from my trip to Blockbuster, gathering all the movies I could hold in my small hands. I knew I was…