https://williamtucker.substack.com/p/banned-books-week

https://www.everydayadvocacy.org/post/celebrating-everyday-advocacy-teammate-dr-jennifer-buehler-during-banned-books-week

I was fortunate to spend many hours with Jennifer, as she dedicated much of herself to my fledgling school, Shearwater—its rise and eventual closure. I remember Jennifer in my office, writing rapidly to capture the complexity of the school and everything that went with it. I remember the day she met Asia, and seeing them sit together at the end of the hall, slowly learning to love each other. We adored Jen. Her quiet presence was a powerful witness to what we were trying to a

I first met Dr. Jennifer Buehler in the fall of 2021. At the time, I was a burnt out Biochemistry Pre-med at SLU who, desperate for a creative outlet, decided to add an English major. I had heard about Dr. Buehler's class from so many previous students and was excited at the opportunity to delve into YA lit. Little did I know at this time that this course with Dr. Buehler and her incredible compassion, reflective nature, and curiosity would shape my remaining time at SLU and

I, along with 3 other young women, lived with Jen in Elizabeth, NJ while we taught in the local public schools. While I was overwhelmed every day with the task of teaching these kids, Jen approached the job of teaching English to 150 ninth graders with such self-confidence and self-assuredness. She took the job incredibly seriously. She was determined to show her kids every day how much she cared about them and believed in them, and she was hellbent on getting them to read,

I graduated from Oldham County High School with Jennifer in 1988. We had all of our classes together. She was the smartest person in the room. She graduated as our Valedictorian. She always pushed all of us to do our best because she always did her best. Her comments were so insightful and intelligent — she elevated the conversation and the discussion. She was so kind and thoughtful and patient. I am blessed that I knew Jennifer and that she taught us all at OCHS. Oldham Coun

"Jennifer Buehler, Ph.D., of St. Louis, Missouri, passed away surrounded by family on August 28, 2026, at Mercy Hospital following a traffic accident while riding her bicycle. She was 56." So begins the obituary for my dear friend Jennifer Buehler. She was a loving spouse to Mark Patrick, a proud mother of Ethan Patrick, a kind teacher of countless students preK-graduate school, and a generous friend to me for twenty-nine years. You can read the essentials of her life at...

Jennifer and I are both mothers of fine sons who are the same age. We met in 2009, at a time when we both were striving to integrate our families into a neighborhood where we often felt like outsiders. We were highly educated women with progressive ideas and partners. Women who, while neither of us craved the limelight, were committed to building community and equity and justice where ever we were planted. When I first met Jennifer in 2009, we bonded over the hope and promi

Dear Mark and Ethan, Just wanted to send these two photos to commemorate the Jennifer I knew. She was such a dear one—from the moment I met her when I was a counselor at Morehead State University's Gifted & Talented Camp and Jennifer was one of my campers. She was so bright-eyed and PASSIONATE! I adored her, and we started writing letters right after camp that summer; she had so many questions about what college would be like. The photo on the left is from when she visited

Jennifer and I came from totally different life experiences but Magnolia Springs East bonded us together for life! We laughed, cried, tried to solve world problems and talked about essence of life or soul leaving one’s body and almost daily “fireside” chats to end each day! My favorite memories are from this summer when she shared all the positives in her life! Family, friends, refreshing vacation, bookstore visits owned by former students, current students returning to sha

I met Jennifer when she became my Girl Scout troop’s older helper starting in the late 70s/early 80s. Our mothers were co-leaders of the troop, so I got to know Adrienne, Jennifer, and Betty. Jennifer was two years older than me, and I looked up to her from the time I met her. As a troop helper, Jennifer became a role model for all of us. She was someone who could help us with scouting skills while also sharing advice and friendship. We really listened to her because she had

Dear Jennifer’s friends and family, Jennifer touched my life in several ways. She taught my work in her classroom and wrote the reader’s guide for Man o’ War, teaching me about my own story in the process. She uplifted my writing at national conferences and called out discrimination on my behalf. She even shared her stream of consciousness thoughts on my new book as “breadcrumbs.” This heartfelt poem is one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received as an author. Eve

When I met Jen, she lived just down the hall from me in the TD Annex at Yale, where I landed as a transfer student. This was the outskirts of the outskirts of campus, and I was feeling pretty alone in those first days. It is not surprising that Jen’s would be one of the first and friendliest faces I would encounter. We became friends easily, and as Mark has said, truly inevitably, because Jen was an irresistible force of kindness and regard for all. Then, as now, she was full

I cannot put fully into words how much Jennifer meant to me as a colleague and, more importantly, as a friend. So instead, I will hold onto the small rituals that meant more than any words could. Jennifer saved New York Times Magazines and Book Reviews (more recently including her beloved Ann Arbor Observer) for me every week for all these years, which I paged through with my cup of tea as she left notes and messages about things I might find interesting. When she delivered

14 September, 2026 At first, Jennifer was a voice. We met her in Spring 2023 as part of the Faculty Success Program Bootcamp, a national coaching program that provides faculty with “structure, accountability, and support.” We four were grouped together as mid-career associate professors. In weekly conference calls with our coach, we shared pieces of our academic histories, our goals, and our struggles. The coach structured the call so everyone had equal time to share the wee

In most years, I saw Jennifer once (at NCTE/ALAN, of course), and I emailed with her a handful of times. If I was lucky, I got to visit her class via Zoom. Even so, those few encounters every year meant the world to me, and I find it incredibly difficult to contemplate that there will never be another one. Jennifer was an ideal reader with near-magical powers of literary perception. She was infinitely generous with authors. There was no greater pleasure in my job than telling

I met Jennifer at the NCTE/ALAN conference in Atlanta in 2016. We were both at a dinner hosted by my publisher--it was a crowded room, and somehow Jennifer and I connected. We bonded, I would say, instantly, and I think she would agree. If my memory is correct (Jennifer would know, of course), Ethan was there. I was so impressed that she brought her son, and that, among other things, made me love her right away. And then it only grew. That dinner we talked not only about boo

Jennifer Buehler came to us at Plymouth-Canton High School after graduating from Yale and teaching for two years in Elizabeth, New Jersey. Our department chair asked me to be her mentor. Jennifer didn’t need much mentoring. My job was primarily: making her comfortable in the school, introducing her around, showing where the book storage room and copy machine were, and telling her when there would be donuts in the library. Jennifer didn’t eat donuts. As it turned out, it wasn’

I knew her well when she worked at Plymouth-Canton Schools as an English teacher. I was her supervisor during the first year of her career in the field of English Language Arts. Frankly, she was the most amazing first year teacher whom I have ever worked with. She was driven by helping ALL students, which resulted in her doing a myriad of different things to reach their hearts, not just their heads. After completing her class, I believe that almost all of her students were r