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In Miami, especially in my neighborhood, you can see autonomous delivery robots everywhere. I’ve almost been run off the sidewalk by one before! On my block in particular, we often see the robots stopped on the corner, blinking their red heart eyes as they tentatively make to cross the street. Once, we saw one at…
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What is it about inspiring stories that make one tear up? I think all of us in the tea room were welling up as we listened to the stories the docents told of Eleanor Roosevelt’s childhood, dedication to human rights, and fierce independence and bravery. This afternoon, on our second day at the Quoddy Writing…
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Last Wednesday, I visited Julie upstate. We’re hoping to make it an annual thing. Her house is one of the most beautiful homes I know — filled with colorful, eclectic artwork, yet simple, modern, open, and bright. Their deck looks out onto their huge field, where the two German Shepherds enjoy running. It’s the perfect…
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It’s Tuesday, slice of life day, but I’m feeling uninspired. I’ve just gotten back after an afternoon at Sojo Spa Club with a close friend, where we hopped from hot tub to hot tub and sauna to sauna, stepping into the cold plunge waterfall whenever we got too hot. And New York is hot right…
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Last week, I “unfrogged” a piece of knitting. (In knitting, when you “frog” something, it means you set it aside for an indeterminate amount of time, aka, you abandon it for a little while, or for a long while, or forever!) It was the June Top, a silk tank top by PetiteKnit, a knitwear designer…
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In May, a post on the TWT blog caught my eye, as it started by quoting a teacher, Julie Diamond, from her book, Kindergarten: A Teacher, Her Students, and a Year of Learning. Wait a second, I thought. Julie Diamond? Could it be that Julie Diamond? Sure enough, when I googled the book and the…
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In my last eight years of teaching, I’ve seen more and more children with anxiety: about tests, about friendships, about anything. This has been heartbreaking, as I understand what it feels like—I struggle with significant anxiety myself—and I hate to think about my students going through that so young. For a long time now, I…
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Today it rained. It wasn’t a passing storm like the ones typical of Miami in the wet season, but a full-day downpour, gray and dreary. The streets flooded as they tend to do in this city. Our shoes got wet, as did the pup’s paws. The umbrellas are open and drying in the tub. It…
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S has been extra affectionate these last few weeks of school, and even more so in these final days. “I can’t believe I’m graduating,” she says, sidling up next to me and laying her head on my shoulder. “You mean, ‘I can’t believe I graduated,’” I reply, reminding her through verb conjugation that graduation was…
