Ready for anything

Most days I wear contacts; wearing them lets me wear sunglasses and makes me feel put-together.  When it’s cloudy and grey or the end of a week of long nights, I’ll leave them at home in their cups on the counter. However, if it is a put-together day, I never leave home without my glasses….

Sip of life

7:12 Out the door, lidded mug in one hand, ceramic mug in another. Coffee in both.   8:39 One cup sits empty abandoned in the car; the other still scalds my throat to perfection.   3:47 Yes, please: A single, for now. Should probably eat as it goes down smooth, and, yes, another and a…

Defeat

In an elephant’s march I went to work, holding tails with other drivers who saw the lights atop the car that led the downhill march like our matriach.   Coming home, I drove too fast, with my heart still racing. And this time not an elephant’s tail but a dog’s defeated, tucked low behind me….

Mind the Gap

Our learning today followed a predictable format, one we’ve come to replicate in our PLCs, our professional learning, and in our teaching. Celebrate success.  Study the standard.  By this, I don’t mean always the academic standard, but instead the ideal, the exemplar.  What is it we want for our students?  Today, we tackled the structures…

Raised a reader

It started as a tug at my heart on the way home, one wishing for more time with my mom.  That was answered by a gentle nudge as I remembered the question at #CCIRA18 about the experience that turned me into a reader. That was echoed in a friend’s “A reader is who I am” blog…

Hazel Hopscotch

We read I Love my Hair today as a sneaky way of starting a connection circle.  It turned into more of a connection hopscotch as we moved over to the taped-out blocks on the floor. I. love. my. hair. I jump each word: hop on one foot, two feet, hop, hop.  “See, just like the girl…

All’s well

Sleeping in well-past nine. Racing to the neighbor’s drive. A six-plate breakfast at the little cafe, A long wait for food that was well-worth the wait. A trip to the river, cleaning up trash, A slip through the ice with a sudden cold splash. Video game-time is all well and good When it’s three of…

’til then

Hey Daddy, I was wondering when I’d hear from you. I’m not surprised you found your way through. I thought if I lived like you’d never go, You’d always be here and I’d never know what it feels like to wish you’d be there in my dreams and to fill in the space between breaths…

Until then

Hello there. I was wondering when I’d hear from you. I’m not surprised you found someone who simply lets you be. We knew it wasn’t me. We used to spend every day together, we’d ride home together and fall asleep together. Everywhere I found space to myself, there you were. And then one day, I…

Firmly Grounded

I came home still energized and invigorated from conversations at school that day. This time, not about who were are so much as who we are not. We are not page-turning practitioners.  We are not curriculum cronies. In fact, when curriculum is described as Google Maps and “they” tell you that you are free to…

It’s Time

Time to write. But I’ve got units to read. Time to write. But I’ve got emails to reply to. Time to write. But Micah is home early. Time to write. But Cam will be in bed in just a few short hours. Time to write. But I can’t think of anything; my brain’s too full….

Blown Away

I have to be honest, I love looking at my stats, love seeing how many people linger in more than one slice or dive in for a daily dose. During this year’s challenge, for the first time since I started in 2015, people were finding my slices from “Google Search” and other search engines Alas,…