Slicing Sensation

“I waited until everyone else left the slides,” she told us. “I was afraid for others to read mine.” I told her how I know the feeling. How sometimes, I hit “publish” with my back turned. How it gets easier to put your words out there for others to read. How you get used to…

Give me your Band-Aids

I will admit that I have revised more than one post this month to make it more of a story, revised its verb tense, altered its opening, added more dialogue, stripped it of its commentary snark, left out lines that told it like it is because they didn’t show it like it was. Yes, Beth’s…

Back in the Saddle

Music is streaming from ‘Dad’s Tablet.’ Tap Continue to start streaming music on this device instead. Cancel       Continue What to do? What to do?  He is still at work. Cancel. Okay, new plan:  Google Play.  Soldier, you’ve got twenty seconds.  Go!  Play.  Circling. Ahhh! an ad for the election!  4-3-2-1-Skip Ad! Now turn it…

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…

Greenbelt

Anniversary post? Check. Spring time in Colorado?  Check. Posts about Mom, Dad, my girl?  Check. Double check. Triple check. It is March after all.  The month that they say comes in like a lion and out like a lamb.  In my case, it comes in with a slicer, and out with a writer.  Each March I am…

I Teach (Authentic Task #9)

What started out as a catchy title – No Assembly Required – became a series that set out to explore authentic literacy instruction in the most authentic way that I know how:  through reading and writing ourselves.  And though at times it felt like I was Going Solo, in my disenchantment for this vision, I knew,…

Zero to 60: Volume in Writing

From zero to sixty in just under a minute?  Sure, its no record if you’re a race car driver.  But for words on a page, 60 wpm ain’t too shabby. With a focus on workshop as our instructional model this year, a trend is emerging.  With the  structures of Daily Five lifted out of the…

I Am From Summer

For the unknown-th August in a row, I am reminded of Where I’m From: I come from a summer Like none other before. From two puppies on the first day Before June even started. Yes, Ethan and Ellie quickly became  Bitey and Mighty, Tiny and Whiny, Ethie-E and Ellie-Belly, Who slept on the floor, then the couch,…

At Last

It’s time to write my slice… Write after I eat dinner watch The Voice on DVR shop for dresses join a Twitter chat (#ReadingScience) shop for sandals unload the dishwasher try to register for a spring kickball league convince Cam to take a shower read last night’s comments answer to the cry for “Mommmmm…” diagnose the newest…

Nothing.

Nothing. For some, this response to the “What do you want to write about?” question might bring about signs of sympathy.  I’ve seen it time and time again:  a tilted head, a furrowed brow, a slump of the shoulders.  An assumption that this unfortunate soul sitting in front of me hasn’t had many experiences to write…