Nine years ago, I wandered the aisles of Staples filled with glee and uncertainty for my first year of teaching. I purchased three items: a purple stapler, a pencil holder with a name tag slot on the front and a pack of multicolor Pilot pens for grading. That Friday in my empty classroom, I envisioned … More Educator. Eroded.
Saying goodbye to summer and hello to the another school year can be sharp. Each Labor Day weekend I over plan because I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to see my freedom dissolve. So I go out to dinner, plan a date night, plan a pool date, plan a lunch out and … More My Lunar Phases
At the beginning of this year, a colleague and friend told me that I was born to lead, but that I must learn to follow first. It was a time when I had made the decision to co-chair the English Department at my school. It got me thinking about the definition of a good leader. … More Follow, Lead, Follow, Lead?
Every August, I mourn the end of my freedom. Freedom to wake up late, to cook lunch and leisurely eat it while watching a rerun from the eighties, freedom to spend Sunday nights relaxing. Filled with anxiety, I prepare to meet 100 kids I’ve never known. I consider all the things I’d like to do … More August-Rimmed Glasses
1. I am a romantic and because of this I live a life filled with dreams. Dreams of being a wanderer. Dreams of being a writer. Dreams of being an actress. Dreams of living in Hawaii and Europe and Australia and South America. Dreams of being a filmmaker. Dreams that I have learned to contain … More Dreams Count to Ten
Tuesday night as a treat, I made banana smoothies as breakfast for the first three days back from Winter Break. I had three over ripened bananas on hand, coconut smoothie mix left over, vanilla soy milk, and local honey. Against my initial laziness that begged me not to make more dishes, I pulled out the … More Clean up on Aisle Life