I don’t remember what I was reading in first grade…or second…not even third. I begin to have vague recollections around fourth with Roald Dahl’s The BFG and The Babysitter’s Club books. There is nightly tradition in my house. My son and I curl up in my bed with the book we’re currently reading together. We …
My six year-old informed his older sister, who is in high school, that the text he’d just read was, in fact, informational text. The implication being it was fact and she should not argue with him. I’m raising a future debater. I can just feel it.
Cringing when I entered my password for this blog, I knew the date of my last post would be staring at me from the screen. Guilt, predictably, was the emotion I felt. Three months. Three. Somewhere in the middle of February I lost focus…or steam…or ability to manage my time. Whatever the problem, I went …
It’s hard for me to remember the days when I was learning to read. It’s been nearly thirty years since those times. I think my lack of memory is compounded by my avid reading. A case of reading so much over the years that it’s hard to remember where I began. All of that probably …
My mom and I were chatting the other day and she told me about this project her principal assigned all the teachers in her school. The principal asked each teacher to choose a one word resolution for 2014. Rather than a long list of things to stop or start, she wanted them to find a …
There was one phrase my sister and I used as children that would make my mom crazy. “Mom, I’m bored.” Seriously, she’d go through the roof. Her problem with the phrase? As a child, I had no idea what her problem was. I mean, all my toys were played with. There were no friends around. …
When I was in the fifth grade, my class took a field trip. Well, we took a few, but there was one that stuck with me. My family was living in Grand Forks, North Dakota, where my father was stationed at the Air Force base. There was a local hero in Grand Forks and the …
My son is now in Kindergarten. This week his first school book order arrived. He had poured over the book order forms and placed an “x” next to each item he wanted. When he brought his new books out for me to see, he cradled them in his hands like something fragile. My heart swelled.
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