Dear Mama of Littles
Your children are still at that stage of life where they want YOU and you alone.
Small Moments
Sometimes in the scheme of life, it is hard to remember that our lives are filled with days and our days are filled with moments. Small moments, at that. Sometimes it is the smallest of moments that we overlook in our quest to conquer the larger ones. We forget what it was like to eat …
Pinterest Fail? Or Win?
I don’t know whether Pinterest has failed me or enabled me. The jury is still out. A “while” ago… (which is to say, “longer than I would like to admit….”. Pffft.) (And this is embarrassing, because what I am about to describe is “a fall harvest project from a few years ago” kinda longer.) (Uh-huh: …
When Lesson Plans Change
The one thing students really need on any given day may not actually be contained in the words written down on paper — those goals for the day typed out on a lesson plan or scrawled out on paper. No, it might not be the planned numeracy lesson or literacy centre that meets them where …
Searching For Meaning
Lately, logging onto my favourite social media sites has been slightly stress-inducing. Every second post touts pictures of yummy cookies someone has baked or a gorgeous tree someone has decorated. Inevitably, a picture crops up of some cheer-inducing festivity that someone has visited in their spare time. Or maybe it’s a Christmas event that they …
A Note to Teen Girls About Sexting
Dear Teenaged Girls, This time in your life is a beautiful one: one that will find you paving new roads, finding new adventures and forging new pathways. You will try new things, meet new people, make new choices and discover new possibilities. And along the way, you will make a few mistakes. There will be …
What Students Remember Most About Teachers
Dear Young Teacher Down the Hall, I saw you as you rushed passed me in the lunch room. Urgent. In a hurry to catch a bite before the final bell would ring calling all the students back inside. I noticed that your eyes showed tension. There were faint creases in your forehead. And I asked …
Rekindled Joy
It has been a quite a day, quite a week. Quite a month. I wonder how I made it this far, and yet what gives me the right to think that life is any more than this, or any less. For the past two months, I put myself in work-a-holic mode. I have put in …
The Gift of Another Day
I peek in the room, and she is propped up on pillows, reading by light of lamp left on from the evening before. She likes light through the night, to chase away boogie men and other creatures of the dark. Content with her books, now with the light of day coming through a crack in …