The Coaching Cycle, Theirs

In my inaugural post as co-author of Two Writing Teachers, I wrote about the changes one teacher made to her record-keeping system, transforming her workshop into an even more student-centered place. Is it possible that, as coaches, the practice of keeping track of—much less making visible—teacher learning is as daunting as keeping conferring notes is…

Home

This month has felt like a month-long vacation. And I am ready to go home. I have enjoyed playing with different forms and topics, reading and imitating others, trying on new things and settling into familiar rhythms. Yes, March has found me swept out with the tide, some days only able to tread water for…

Rapid Fire

Upon reading Amanda Potts’ post, “It’s Not About Me,” I was reminded of the rapid fire questions that Brene Brown asks at the end of each of her podcasts. I thought it might be fun to imagine myself being interviewed by her based on the questions she asked in her most recent Dare to Lead…

Acoustic Version

First thing this morning: How are you? Good. You are not convincing. Again at the end of the day: Are you feeling all right? Yeah. And I am. Good. All right. This is my acoustic version. Not slower, just not in a hurry. Not lower, just a little deeper. Same lyrics, just focused inward. Same…

It Matters

My muscles have a way of pushing back. I mean, when you push down, they push back. “What is happening there, exactly, when that happens,” I asked my chiropractor today. She was targeting my abductor up into my iliacus (aka my inner thigh up into — and I do mean into — my right hip)….

When I Get Aux

That is the name of her behind-the-wheel playlist. It used to be she’d sing along to whatever I had playing from Faith Hill’s “Fireflies” to Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.” Sure there were days that Old MacDonald and Elmo’s World were mixed in. Then she introduced me to Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco….

Door to Door

In just 120 seconds, I can make it from the clicking close of one door to the unlatched unleashing of the other. Behind one, my girl, home from a Spring Break overnight, enjoying her own Spotify playlist behind yet another door. Beyond the other, my guy, working on a Saturday so that he can get…

His and Hers

“Today finally feels like Spring Break, huh?” I ask her as we make our fourth trip to the city in five days. She is set to hang out with her friends. “Finally! Maybe it’s the weather.” I agree. This seventy-degree day makes Spring Break finally feel like the summertime pre-game that it is supposed to…

I Got Nothing, Part II

“Ooh, who is this?” she asks from the driver’s seat. She knows better than to glance away from the road to check the screen though she’s seen me do it a thousand times. I catch a glimpse at the display, but push the side button out of habit. Nothing. Black screen. Music still plays through…

Dream Worlds

Today’s slice, a sketch. An attempt within moments of waking to get back to the dream space that had me walking from room to room, taking in each one as my own. Enjoy!