Sharing thoughts, ideas, and research about teaching, writing, and LIVING in the 21st Century.
Friday, August 22, 2025
August 22 Around the Sun
Thursday, August 21, 2025
August 21 Like This Buck
Tuesday, August 19, 2025
SOL August 19 Choosing to Smile
Monday, August 18, 2025
August 18 Ethical ELA My Heart
Thank you Margaret Simon for the image and writing fuel.
Pulsating slowly,
Sunday, August 17, 2025
August 17 Ethical ELA: A Quiz
Saturday, August 16, 2025
August 16 Ethical ELA An Acrostic: Intimidator
I honestly have not used this format in a long, long time.
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
sol25 Capturing Joy
Saturday, August 9, 2025
August 9 Still Learning
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
SOL25 August 5 Absolutely Boring
I started this post more than 14 hours ago, in a bathrobe, on the porch, with coffee, before I decided I needed to hop in the shower and get the day started. I was distracted by the trip ahead and the potential, for bad news.
Friday, August 1, 2025
August 1 Grumpy
My Dad's special day, usually hot and humid with a sprinkling of thunderstorms on the cusp of corn season, began what was for many years, a busy month with more than a dozen birthdays and a few anniversaries. Those of us with special days at the end of the month knew to celebrate at the beginning before the energy dissipated into "back-to-school" frenzy.
Today, as a strange cool snap settled into the Northeast on what would have been his 100th birthday, I ate an ear of corn and wondered what my Dad, an avid news follower, would have thought about today's headlines? I thought about how my Dad tried to be positive and hopeful even under tough circumstances. I thought about the unlikely moniker given him by his oldest grandchild as he woke up from one of his late afternoon "power naps."
I was thinking of my Dad when a message arrived about a restaurant at Grand Central Station. There was a picture and a note about needing to check out this place!
Here is where the story gets spine-tingly. The name of the restaurant, Cafe Grumpy, is an unusual name for a place to get food. Grumpy was also a very uncharacteristic name for my Dad who was usually smiling even during the hardest of times; yet, he wore the name proudly.
It is also a strange moniker for the sender of that message, my cousin, who now also responds to the name Grump around his gaggle of grands. My Dad and my cousin have a lot in common, besides family heritage.We all learned about plowing through challenging times from watching my Dad; but, today, I was reminded that we all touch the future in ways we cannot even imagine.