Learning To Be Writers and Readers: In The 21st Century
Sharing thoughts, ideas, and research about teaching, writing, and LIVING in the 21st Century.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
sol25 March 29 Something Was Wrong
Friday, March 28, 2025
sol25 March 28 Have You?
Thursday, March 27, 2025
sol25 March 27 Are You the Parent?
My phone said the caller was a nearby children's hospital, and so I swiped right expecting a fund drive of some sort. But, I am also a parent and a grandparent and an aunt and I was a bit scared at the same time. My mind went to warp speed as I had donated to the December drive, even if it was a bit less than the year before, and maybe I forgot to sign my check, or did I Venmo, but it was March?
"Are you the parent or guardian of XXXX?" he asked directly without the typical telemarketer wait time? I held my breath and my heart skipped a beat or two or perhaps even three. The name was not familiar, but I asked him to repeat because I wasn't sure I was able to hear without breathing.
"Are you the parent or guardian of XXXX?" he repeated, a bit annoyed because he was trying to reach someone probably with important, perhaps even life changing information, and perhaps he was a busy doctor or nurse anesthesiologist or maybe the critical discharge planner or........
"I think you have the wrong number," I replied taking a deep breath while saying a prayer for the parent or guardian as well as the child who were supposed to get the call. Hoping from the bottom of my heart that the news they would eventually receive would be good news, but knowing it might not be.
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
sol25 March 26 Tessa
"Don't look at me that way, pllleeeasse!" I said to the Marie, the kindly Mazda SUV parked next to me as we settled for the day. "I really did not plan to be the laughing stock of the parking lot! I've been the queen of saving the planet for all of my existence."
Marie turned hers eyes away as if my puffy sides were the sign of an illness. I added for a bit of sympathy, "On the way in this morning, I had a Toyota Hybrid mocking me and a gas guzzling Escalade giving me the side-eye. What is this world coming to?"
Marie looked over and nodded in a way only a gas-eating SUV resting up for soccer tournaments and hoping spills will evaporate can do. "Tessa, I really used to be SO jealous of you. You represent the future with your distain for those smelly petrol stations. You are stealth and sometimes I didn't even hear you come into your spot! With your buff, sleek lines and spotless interior, you represent everything I want to be. You have never known the likes of Goldfish or Slushies. You always look as if you were just in the spa for detailing. But now, with all the craziness going on, I am feeling so very sorry for you!"
"We cannot control what the humans do, but if I had a choice, I would ask to be put in a garage until all this craziness blows over," I said sadly, hoping I would not go the way of my Great, Great Uncle Eddie Edsel or my Great Aunt Dora Dodge Dart.
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
sol25 March25 Looking a Bit Old
Monday, March 24, 2025
sol25 March 25 A Lost Trombone
Saturday, March 22, 2025
sol25 March 23 Multigenerational Encampment
Yesterday, Trish, who blogs at Jump Off and Find Wings wrote about the Jersey shore devastation from Superstorm Sandy twelve years ago. Her story spurred my memory.
As the hurricane slowed on its journey up the East Coast, it was downgraded and we sighed in relief. I lived on top of a mountain, at the time, and frequent, days long, power outages were normal!
The rains and winds, for us, were minimal, but for others, the stalled storm pulled up trees, took down power, washed away homes, and disrupted lives in ways that no one could have imagined.
Here's where the story gets interesting. My power was fine and damage was nil. However, my school, closer to new York City, was out of power for over a week. My elderly Mother and my Aunt, who lived closer to New York City were also out for over a week!
Somehow, I moved them into my house filling the living room with mattresses and finding ways to make my home a bit more accessible. We watched CSI and endless movies. We tracked power outage maps and called phone numbers hoping the answering machines would indicate power. There was lots of complaining about the "accommodations" and some tears.
Yet, the day I remember was when my niece, also out of power, came to "work" at the multigeneration encampment bringing their own (at the time) little ones, also out of school for the week. That was a once in a lifetime chance for crafting. We made a "book fairy" costume (for me) for a holiday that would be cancelled because the power was still not back! That day, there was some pizza (thank goodness for freezers), some smiles, and even a few laughs from each of us thrust into circumstances that would never happen again. No one could have ever predicted a non-hurricane storm that upended so many lives, nor could they have envisioned my mother and these two amazing girls spending the day gluing pictures and baubles for many hours!
Friday, March 21, 2025
sol25 March22 Coincidence?