Ah-Ha Moment (#TCRWP)

In the spirit of Kylene and Bob’s signposts and the way they advocate that, as readers, we watch for our own experience of the signposts as much as we notice when authors give these experiences to their characters, I move beyond page vi in A Guide to the Reading Workshop in TCRWP’s Primary Reading UoS….

The Wizard of UoS

“A Guide to the Reading Workshop” begins with Lucy’s A Note to My Readers.  I’d like to begin in the same way.  Yes, Lucy, with A Note to Your Readers, enhanced by guiding questions from Kylene and Bob’s Disrupting Thinking.  (If you missed the beginning of my Adventures in UoS, you may want to click here.) A Note…

Adventures in UoS

In a few weeks I will launch into the Teachers’ College Reading and Writing Project (TCRWP)’s Reading Units of Study (UoS).  And to say that I am tentative would be an understatement. I have twice attended Lucy’s workshops and twice been–in a word–disenchanted, not with the intent of her work, but with the feeling that…

All the Way Possible

Since yesterday’s post, I have finished a book, run to the hardware store, painted a wall, made a few phone calls, played in the backyard, shared the plot lines of my work in progress, all the while thinking about the possibilities that abound in this space. In this space, my desk is clean and everything…

Getting Started

There is barely enough space to write here.  Just enough for the screen in front of me, my forearms resting on the edge of the desk in front of the keyboard,  a store-bought coffee cup full of a homemade latte, and a small stack of notes that are now a few days old. Surrounding me…

100-Acre Wood

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known. –Winnie the Pooh It wasn’t the bottom rail of a bridge, but a step ladder, and it wasn’t a river I was…

Shoulda

She sat in the middle of the back seat, sandwiched between our snowboards and her dad.  Her hands were spread like talons in front of her, sticky and dripping with orange juice. “I shoulda gotten a banana.”  Silent pause.  Then the car explodes in laughter; it is the perfect punchline to a road trip trekked…

All About

Learning to snowboard, it’s all about getting up. Teaching to snowboard, it’s all about letting go. I am participating in the 10th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers.  On this, the last day of the challenge, I am so grateful to have taken this on once again, so grateful to…

That Happened

I was seated at the breakfast book club table and my daughter’s eye caught mine.  She stopped and lifted her hand to her mouth, miming the move that would remove lipstick from her teeth, quietly and discreetly showing me how to fix my embarrassment. (Super proud Mom moment by the way, when you realize that your…

Dog People

Let me start by saying that I am not a dog person.  I don’t think of them as members of my family (much).  I don’t call them my children (much).  I don’t think of them while I’m at work (much). So imagine my surprise when today I found myself chasing a fox to get back…

No Bag. No Shopping.

I rode the merry-go-round at the mall today.  Twice.  I high-fived and fist-bumped the Easter bunny, and I pulled my knees up to my chest to fit them into the second-to-the-last car of the train that travels between the Lego store and the Food Court.  This I did only once. Yes, we–my sister and her…

Reader, Interrupted

I The day dawned grey and wet.  The laundry longed to be sorted and washed. just The sun peeked through the clouds and the muddy mess in the backyard beckoned. want The dirty dishes called out to be detailed. to The browning bananas begged to be baked into bread. finish Dinner needed to be dished, laundry…