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“Fall back, spring forward.” That’s the line that helps you remember what to do with your clocks on Daylight Savings. Luckily most of our internet-connected devices do it automatically, you just have to remember to change the others (stove, microwave, car, alarm clock, analog watch, am I missing any?). The clocks changed this morning at…
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We do the Connections every morning. 16 seemingly disparate words or phrases in a 4×4 grid, waiting for us to make the connection between them. We play Connections after we’ve already gotten the Wordle, and once we’ve solved the Mini Crossword. I play Spelling Bee most days too, though I’m not as obsessed as I…
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Hoy a la hora de la despedida, vi a la mamá de una de mis estudiantes. Le llamé para decirle algo sobre el paseo la semana que viene (su hija tiene diabetes, y el paseo es durante la noche, así que ella viene con nosotros). —Estás en nuestro grupo, —le dije. —Ay gracias, —me respondió,…
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I’m reading Fleishman is in Trouble by Taffy Brodesser-Akner, and last night when I came across the following lines, I actually laughed out loud: Hannah was invited to a sleepover that night. Sleepovers, as far as Toby could tell, consisted of the girls in her class getting together and forming alliances and lobbing microaggressions at…
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In Miami, when it rains, it pours. And when it pours, it thunders. And lightnings. (Is lightnings a verb?) And when it’s raining and pouring and there’s thunder and lightning, you can almost always see sunny skies somewhere in the horizon. Today it started to thunder at the end of rehearsal. We were debriefing what…
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This afternoon we met in our Reggio learning communities for the second time. It wasn’t the original plan for today’s Tuesday PD, but we took the opportunity anyway. Our small group followed Irene upstairs to her third grade classroom, I brought some dark chocolate, and we sat down around her table, eager to hear about…
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This evening after my pilates class, per my instructor’s recommendation, I pull out my foam roller and decide to find a video to guide me through rolling out my annoyingly tight hips. Once I find one, I lay out my yoga mat, grab my foam roller, and settle in. I’d like you to locate the…
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This August I moved into my own apartment: a studio on the 28th floor of a building in Brickell, just a 10-minute walk from school. This studio has become my little slice of paradise: it’s spacious and bright, with a surprising amount of storage and a big west-facing balcony that gives me a view of…
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I’ve been reading Ralph Fletcher’s Boy Writers: Reclaiming Their Voices and thinking about the different boy writers I’ve had in my classroom over the last three years of teaching writers workshop. The ones that frustrate us because they sit there staring at a blank notebook page, or tell you “I don’t know” when you ask…
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What a difference a year can make. That’s what’s going through my mind right now as I write my first slice of the month. Just how much has changed since March 1, 2023: where I lived, who I was with, how I felt about my work and my life and myself. This year I chose…
