the known AND the new

“And how do you feel about that?” she asked me. Honestly, when I stop to think about the way we have pushed “pause” on foundational literacy practices like –  gulp – putting it in writing makes it exceptionally real – but here goes – like independent reading and writing workshop, I felt like an impostor.  Like…

WonderlAnd

Just three little letters.  One little word. Endless possibilities.   Webster’s defines this feeling I’m having as “the psychological conflict resulting from incongruous beliefs and attitudes held simultaneously.”  Cognitive dissonance. Some might call it disequilibrium.   The problem with this vocabulary is that it places this state of being in the negative, the dark spaces…

As the Spider Flies

Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. Walt Whitman (1868) If you had driven past our house last weekend, you would have likely seen three figures standing on the front porch or out in the yard, staring —…

Back in the Saddle

Okay, I simply cannot put it off anymore.  I have checked email.  I have sent email.  I have watched a few episodes of a fall series with my girl.  I have checked the Facebook feed, added a left-hand fingerprint to my phone, filled my coffee cup, changed into more comfortable clothes. Shoot!  I forgot to…

If I had it to do over

Nine months ago, I was also the presenter at a JCIRA Festival.  I was given free-reign on the topic, given the freedom to choose the angle, and was glad for the professional push it gave me to dive deeply into a topic that felt – at best – uncomfortable and – at worst – completely…

#freshlife

We spent a full week in the Florida Keys this summer.  By the second day, Micah was already scouting out places where he could work until we could find the right property to purchase. Yes, we enjoy the #saltlife. Snorkeling.  Boating.  Fishing. Sunshine.  Cocktails ’til three in the morning.  Cocktails at three in the afternoon. …

How This Works

I should have painted the house today.  I thought about it.  And got sidetracked:  I worked, we worked on our puzzle, and then Cam convinced me to help her work on the go-kart. The carburetor needs replacing.  She has most of the bolts out already, so instead of picking up a paint brush, I pick…

Like Breathing

I don’t know what to write; I just know that I need to. “Like breathing,” Gary Paulsen says.  The need to write can feel as natural to one’s being as breathing.  I sit down at the edge of my stool, in the corner of the office, with the sky casting the mountains in silhouette outside…

Workshop: From Education to Aspiration

Where I’m From I am from the principal’s office where a King Soopers brown bag hid a metal lunch box inside: “Morgan, would you like to spend the whole day at school?” To which my five-year-old self answered “Yes.”   I am from Glennon Heights and Charlie Bear From Creighton Cougars and “It’s a great day…

Our One and Only

Today you reached a milestone; you finished elementary school, walked across the stage in the gymnasium and spent the rest of the day with your friends — JumpStreet, swimming, riding bikes around the ‘Wood — it is all that I could have hoped for.  You are growing up, and so quickly that I want to remember…