Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Winter is Coming

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The skim coating of ice 
Sunrise over the ice coated lake
Appeared on the lake this morning
The first of the season
It signals a change.

The ice brings joy
Families skating arm in arm
Children wobbling on new blades
Grandparents pushing sleds of smiles.

The ice mirrors the sun
And blinds us with the glow
It brightens up the house
And makes everyone bright.

One look at the scene
Playing out the window
One can imagine 
Norman Rockwell enjoying it too.

It's scenes like these
That remind us of the wonder and joy
That the four seasons offer
Here in New England.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Choosing Joy - My One Little Word

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Choosing Joy - My One Little Word

“That was one of the happiest moments of my life,” Rebecca says of Tess' birth through tears to her son. “But, also, your dad isn’t here. That’s just something I’m going to have to deal with for the rest of my life: the happiest moments will also be a little sad.”
Those were the words I heard on the show "This is Us" a few weeks ago and I can't quite get them out of my head.  I have never bonded with a television character like I have with Rebecca from the show "This is Us" but Mandy Moore oftentimes speaks my words.  That episode brought great tears to my eyes and I am reliving them again with the birth of my new grandson two weeks ago.  

It's easy to wallow in the sadness of the loss of a soulmate and husband. It's easy to let that sadness consume you and swallow you up.  But when I opt to stay forlorn,  I lose sight of the important things in my life such as my family and friends.
It takes more energy to be joyful. To look for and hold on to the goodness that surrounds me each and everyday.  I know that our children and grandchildren have certainly given me much to be joyful about and I want more of that in my life.
And for that reason I choose JOY!

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

My Not So Traditional Thanksgiving Tradition

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My Not So Traditional Thanksgiving Tradition

I have written many slice of life posts about my need to keep traditions alive.  Traditions provide me with stability in the craziness of my days. I love traditions so much that I put much effort into maintaining them or making them remain in some form or another. Such is the case of my pumpkin pie tradition.

Thanksgiving = pumpkin pie.  It was that way since I could remember.  The turkey, stuffing, and gravy was nice, but my day revolved around the pumpkin pie.  As our children grew older and our Thanksgiving traditions started to change, I knew that a few of my traditions might need to be altered.  It actually started that fateful year when there was NO pumpkin pie for dessert.  I was devastated and went home feeling sad and disappointed.  The next year I announced to my family that I wasn't going to let another Thanksgiving Day go by without having that beloved piece of pumpkin pie. I decided to make my own pie and I would savor it  with my morning coffee. Since that day I have eaten my pie early in the day, before the frenzy begins AND before I am too full to enjoy it!  It has become such a wonderful way to start my day of gratitude. 

This year we enjoyed our slice of pie with our neighbors bundled up in blankets and in front of a fire pit.  As we enjoyed our morning treat we watched the swans swimming by, the geese nibbling on weeds, and the ducks dipping down into the depths looking for morning snacks.  

Enjoying this moment made us all slow down for a few minutes to taste the pumpkin pie and to enjoy the nature show.  It set the tone for the day and left me feeling very thankful and grateful for good food, wonderful neighbors, and an abundance of family times ahead!  I love this not so traditional Thanksgiving tradition!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Happy Birthday or is it Happy Anniversary

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Happy Birthday or is it Happy Anniversary?

Yesterday was my oldest daughter's birthday.  As I was leaving for work I went to say happy birthday and give her a hug, and she replied with "And Happy Anniversary to being a mother!"  I wasn't expecting that response.  It made me think about that day years ago when I first become a mother.  It was a wonderful time in my life as I felt so proud and filled with such love.  Fast forward to now. I still feel proud and full of love thinking about my children, my grandchildren, and my family in general.  Each day they do or say something to make me stand tall and proud.   

Happy Birthday Sarah and thank you for once again giving me that different perspective.  

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Of Picasso and Mentor Texts

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Of Picasso and Mentor Texts

I spent this past weekend exploring the city of Portland, Maine with my daughter.  She had visited the city previously and told me it was a wonderful city filled with great restaurants to explore. Despite mother nature's first blast of winter air, we enjoyed three days of foodie heaven, eating our way through the sea-side city. 

We also made time to visit the Portland Museum of Art and was wowed with the exhibits of some great artists including children's artist Dahlov Ipcar, Winslow Homer, and Pablo Picasso.  I thoroughly our time at the art museum and was especially in awe as I looked at the Picasso painting. I was emotionally moved with happy feelings as I looked at the colors he chose for the painting.  I was intrigued at his use of shapes to represent a face, and I marveled at what seemed to be simple brush strokes that made this painting so elegant and magnificent. I walked away from the painting so inspired to paint something - anything. Picasso inspired me so much that I simply wanted to paint. I left the museum with high hopes of picking up a brush soon.  

It was then that I began to wonder about the power of a mentor text.  Much like the Picasso painting created an urge in me to paint, my hope is that the stories I read become tools to produce better and more writing.  I hope that my use of mentor texts create an emotional reaction in my children, causing them to include deep feelings in their stories.  I hope that mentor texts I use include colorful language that the children can mimic in their texts.  And I hope that the mentor texts that I use are powerful in their words yet simple in their message so that that I create an urgency to keep at the work of writing.  I believe I use mentor texts in these ways but the experience of looking at a Picasso has left me with a resolve to ensure that I make better use of mentor texts in writing workshop.  Picasso inspired and moved me to paint, and I would like to create opportunities to do the same for my writers! 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

I Am From

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Today's post was written as part of a course I am taking on race and racism. The poem: I Am From..., comes from Linda Christenson's book: Rhythm and Resistance: Teaching Poetry for Social Justice.

I Am From...

I am from
A rather large family
Seven to be exact
Born to Teresa and George
58 years ago

I am from
A father, who was a hard working milkman
And a lover of gardens:
Corn, beans, radishes and more
He spent his Sundays polishing his shoes
and visiting flea markets
In search of more milk bottles to add to his collection

I am from
A mother who loved to make and bake
From sweet treats and halloween costumes
To the best penuche there ever was!
She spent her Sundays singing at the high mass
For she had the sweetest voice - like an angel
She loved to sing in minstrel shows and for wounded vets

I am from
Mechanic Street
Where we learned how to fish
And play capture the flag
We spent hours riding bikes along this street
Just being kids and having fun

I am from
A Church - Holy Angels to be precise
Where I received all my sacraments including matrimony!
I became part of the ones who chose to work on building a newer space -
St. Gabriel’s - a source of great pride

I am from
A large extended family
That used to gather for thanksgiving
60 plus relatives, 3 turkeys, bowls of stuffing,
And loads of pumpkin pie.
Time to play in the basement, creating plays and such
How I miss those days with people who have long since gone

I am from
A large clan of relatives that celebrate the fourth of July
Gathering in a big red barn, cleaned out for the day.
Eating Helen’s Swedish rye, and making our own lemon-orange sherbet
Cranking the handle ‘til our arms fell off, but enjoying every bite!

I am from
Old fashioned memories of Christmases long ago
Of silver- aluminum trees glowing with the light of the tri-colored wheel
Of midnight mass and stuffed dates
New pajamas and corny Christmas card poses
And spending the day visiting relatives across the city of Worcester

I am from
A marriage filled with love and blessings
For thirty two years of wedded bliss
Missing my man who lives on in my heart and
In the lives of our three wonderful children
And now in our two plus grandchildren

I am from
A loving family
That supported me when life was grim and gloomy
They gave me strength and hope
They filled me with endless love, laughter and peace

I am from

A grateful heart!

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Halloween Memories

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I entered a meeting the other day feeling slightly harried when a teacher suggested we have a little fun for a moment and think about a halloween costume from when we were little.  Memories came back to me like a flash and since then I can't help but thinking about my mom and her halloween talents.

Mom & Dad celebrating their
anniversary in costume!
My mom was an expert seamstress.  Not in the traditional sense of the word, rather a seamstress that could fashion a halloween costume out of almost anything.  Each year my mom would create costumes for me and each of my six siblings.  She sewed for hours on end, working on her sewing machine and creating something wonderful using some old discarded dress, shirt, or small piece of fabric that was found around the house. I was always surprised with her ideas and recall outfits to make me feel as if I were Mary Poppins or even the flying nun. I can feel confident in saying that she was the best halloween costume designer because each year most of the seven of us would walk home with the silver dollar prize in the local halloween parade.  
And if that were not enough, once she finished creating the seven costumes for us, she began on hers and dad's costume!  Since they were married on Halloween they typically celebrated the event in masquerade style!   
I am not sure how my mom found the energy and stamina to get all these costumes done but she did so every year and with grace and style.  I probably never really thanked you for those costumes, so today I say to you in heaven, thanks for making halloween memorable mom!

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Learning - and Teaching - From My Mistakes

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Learning - and Teaching - From My Mistakes

My social media feed was blowing up with its glowing reviews of After the Fall by Dan Santat. Kirkus Reviews said it was "A validating and breathtaking next chapter of a Mother Goose favorite,"  The School Library Journal called it "A terrific redemptive read-aloud for story time and classroom sharing,” and The Horn Book stated it was "luminous."  These reviews encouraged me to pre-order this masterpiece. I couldn't wait to read and share this new version of the story, thinking it would be a good fit for the many classrooms that were working on the power of persistence.
The book arrived on a Tuesday afternoon.  I was so excited to read the story that I quickly tore open the box even before taking off my jacket. I stood in the kitchen, school bags at my feet, reading the book aloud to my adult daughter, feverishly turning the pages, anxious to get to the ending.  I read so quickly and without thought that once I got to the last page I was lost, baffled and I stood there wondering what had just happened.  I realized that in my haste to get to the end, I had word-called my way through the book, not taking any time to stop and think. I felt like many of my students that simply read the book and can't recall a single detail.  I knew I had to go back and re-read the book, this time slowly reading the words and pictures, trying to capture all that I missed. 
When I got to the end of the book I quickly understood why it was called luminous, a breathtaking next chapter, and a redemptive read aloud, that is as long as the reader stops and notices along the way! I was now so in love with the book that I wanted to share it with everyone, but I also decided to make my mistake into a teaching opportunity.  After all, how many times have we seen our students read so quickly they missed the main point?  I needed to use this luminous book to share my mistakes with students so that they could learn how not to read the book or any book for that matter.
To help me model reading is thinking, I decided to use a technique known as the know / wonder chart. I first heard about using this format to make thinking visible during my summer #cyberpd study of Vicki Vinton's book: Dynamic Teaching for Deeper Reading, and I knew I wanted to try it out.  My visits to classrooms began by telling my story of reading quickly and getting to the end and being confused by the story.  I asked the students if this had ever happened to them.  Most hands went up. It was then that I shared how the second time I read After the Fall, I spent more time looking at the pictures, and stopping to think about what happened,  and changing my predictions along the way.  All of these strategies helped me to truly understand the story.  Finally, I shared the importance of stopping and thinking when reading a book using the know / wonder chart as a tool to help with this thinking.  As we read the book we stopped at key locations to think, change our predictions and wonder a little more.  When we finally reached the end of the story the children's expression showed me that real thinking and deep understanding had taken place.  Their surprise and astonishment of what had happened "after the great fall"  was unmistakably a sign of deep comprehension, and more importantly joy in understanding a great story.  

Our know / wonder charts were messy, filled with cross-outs and arrows and ideas, but as we reflected on our learning, I knew that making our thinking visible through the charting led the students to a greater understanding of the story.  More importantly I was thrilled that my mistake, my first quick read of the words in the story, created an important comprehension opportunity for all.

Oh, and the book: After the Fall?  You HAVE TO READ IT!  It's brilliant!

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Oh No! Not Yet!

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Oh No! Not Yet!

I was running late for work when I looked out the window to see my car covered once again in dew.
Oh No! Not Yet!

I checked the thermometer - 39 degrees.
Oh No! Not Yet!

I opened my car door and decided I should put on my gloves.
Oh No! Not Yet!

I started the car and turned on the wipers - frost?
Oh No! Not Yet!

I opened the trunk and dug it out.
Oh No! Not Yet!

Scrape, scrape, scrape.
Oh No! Not Yet!

But Wait - didn't I post about the glorious weather last week?
But still...
Oh No! Not Yet!

I am not ready for winter to arrive.
Oh No! Not Yet!

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

One More Time

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One More Time

The beautiful, summer-like weather we have been experiencing in New England this October has allowed me to capture a few more stolen moments of summertime. This month I found myself saying over and again "just one more time."

Just one more time to...
    watch the sunset on the boat
    kayak across the lake
    swim to the rocks
    jump off the dock
    float on the tube
    eat on the deck
    read on the lounge chair
    splash in the water

Just one more time... 

until next summer.


Tuesday, October 3, 2017

You Can Do It!

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You Can Do It!

My brother in law Joe, stopped by last Saturday while I was cleaning my garage.  He was commenting on the recent repairs made to the roof and siding of the garage. I lamented that I still had to solve the issue of the water dripping down from the gutter.  "That's a simple fix  Chris!" At which point he quickly and excitedly described the steps I needed to take to get the downspout into place. He even offered to cut the gutter for me once I got home, knowing that I probably didn't own the right tool.  There was no hesitation in his voice.  He had confidence in my ability to get the job done.  After listening to his enthusiastic directions I wanted to jump into the car and drive right to my nearby home center to get started on the task. 

Later I thought about this interaction as a great teaching move.  Joe had laid out the installation in simple steps that were easy to follow.  His enthusiasm was contagious and encouraged me to get started NOW.  What I most appreciated was his enthusiastic and  encouraging way that gave me the sense that I could do this repair job on my own. I felt confident!  His offer to cut the gutter, was that little assistance that could be put in place once I got started.  I know that Joe could have easily said he would do the job for me, but he encouraged me to do it on my own.  He had faith in my ability and gave me the tools and where-with-all to get the job done.  

The teaching moves I want to emulate are: giving simple steps, talking with enough enthusiasm and  encouragement to bring about confidence, and finally providing assistance when using new and special tools.  Thanks Joe, for providing me with the tools, know-how, and can do attitude to get the job done.  You provided me with that reminder of how I should approach my students when they encounter difficulties.  

By the way, I'll be down next weekend to get that piece of downspout cut!

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

My One Little Word

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My One Little Word

269 days ago I wrote about my one little word.  This word that was going to be my driving force for the 365 days of the year 2017.  This word that would propel me to a better place. This word would make its way into many of my slices.  This little word was joy.

269 days ago I wrote with such enthusiasm about keeping this word at the fore front of all my thinking and being. And yet today, I realize I was not diligent about keeping my one little word present in my day to day thoughts.  

269 days have past and have I experienced joy?  Yes indeed.  I just haven't written much about the experiences.  The quick moments of joy are just that, quick moments.  I know from experience that when I do capture these joyful moments in writing, the joyfulness expands and fosters even more joy.

269 days in 2017. Some joyful moments captures, others lost.  My favorite joy of late?  The sight of my grandchildren running down the driveway with open arms waiting for a big hug from me.  Is there a greater joy that a hug from a loved one?  I think not!

269 days of joy, wrapped up in two arms, and one blog post.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Four Blessings

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Four Blessings

Shortly after my husband died, I received a blessing bracelet from a dear friend.  The "instructions" that came with the bracelet suggested you touch each of the four white beads while silently thinking about persons or things that you are grateful for, with the hopes that the more blessings you name, the more you would find.  I followed the directions and found comfort in naming those people and things that lifted me up in a time of such great need. I thought about my family, my home, and the colleagues that came to my side.  I reflected on the graceful heron that flew overhead at just the right moment, and the smiling children that we greeted at the door each morning.  I was finding blessings all around me, thanks to that bracelet, and I became more aware of all the gifts in my life.  

After some time I stopped wearing the bracelet, taking it out occasionally on a blue day to remind me of those wonders in my life.

But yesterday I took that bracelet out to wear again because sadly, the friend who gifted me with this bracelet lost her battle with cancer.  Putting that bracelet on my wrist suddenly took on a new meaning.  I decided for now to dwell on the gifts my friend shared with me: endless fortitude, genuine care for all she came in contact with, a gentle sense of humor, and deep love of family.  Those are certainly wonderful gifts to hang on to, and gifts that will carry me through these heavy days.

Today I say: Thank you for the love and care you gave to me and to so many others. I am blessed much more than four times because of your presence in my life. 

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Why Can't I Write?

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Why Can't I Write
Why can't I write
Why can't I write

Is it because I am thinking about the universal screener we are rolling out, the training we are completing to go along with that, the new schedules, the new teachers I want to meet with, the stack of books that need to be inventoried, stamped and distributed, the contractor who hasn't returned my phone call, the dust on my bedroom furniture (ok - I wasn't really worried about that), dinner plans?

So - yes - maybe my brain is full - too full.  But isn't everyone's brain full?  Aren't they writing a slice each week?

Why can't I write?

I really don't have an answer except I am not focused on writing at all. And I need focus to write.

Why can't he write?
Why can't she write?

Is it because he is thinking about a new classroom, new friends, new bus route, new routines, new shoes that don't fit, or no new shoes like everyone else, buying lunch in the cafeteria, snack time, and recess problems.

Or maybe it is because her brain is full of other stuff and she isn't focused on writing at all. And he needs focus to write.


What do we do when we can't focus enough to write OR when our students aren't ready to focus enough to write. 

I am dwelling on this tonight, but would love to hear your thoughts too!

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

The Power of We: A Reflection on the Celebration of 60 Years of Marriage

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The Power of We: 
A Reflection on the Celebration of 60 Years of Marriage

We traveled from near and far to the scenic and historic resort, The Mount Washington Hotel, for a long Labor Day weekend. 

We gathered 3 great grandchildren, 8 grandchildren and their spouses, 3 sons and their wives, and of course the guests of honor and the hosts for the weekend, the parents.

Showing off our t-shirts - #partyhatson

We hiked, biked, walked, laughed, cried and laughed some more.

We toasted to many years of happiness and to the upcoming additions to our families (2 more great grandchildren - Yeah!).
3 great grandchildren
We rose early to board the Cog Railway to ride to the top of Mount Washington, the "home of the world's worst weather" only to experience the world's worst weather - zero visibility, rain and 66 mph wind gusts!
It was beautiful at the base!
We had to quickly take this picture for fear of our camera blowing away

We ate and ate and ate some more - and then we played some great games, including the The Newlywed and Not-So-Newlywed Game and Cards for Humanity.

We marveled at the beauty and grandeur of the White Mountains and the wildlife it sustains, especially the bear that poked around while we had our family portraits.

All of this because two people fell in love and fostered this family focused on we. They have celebrated love and life, overcome great loss, and walked gracefully through the years, all 60 of them!  What a celebration and a testament to what true love is all about!  

We thank you for all of this and We love you Lois and Bob!