A hospital is an exciting place: some people are there to sprout new people; some people are there to die. The post office is clearly a less dramatic location. Still, as I stood in line, I was cradling my stack of papers like I held a state secret. There were three people ahead of me. […]
Read More Send OffSparkly eyeshadow and inky, aerodynamic eyebrows peer at me over my boyfriend’s shoulder, as he hugs the glam rock guy and says hello. This is reassuring. Sparkly eyeshadow on a man is so reassuring. I had left the house that evening feeling jittery. Through the wonders of the internet, I was aware that six blocks […]
Read More Made UpSeven years ago, I began my transition from research to teaching. I also moved from preschool to high school. It was an awkward transition in my thought and practice, just as it is for students. While best practice in early childhood education tells you to observe children, see what they are ready for, and […]
Read More Lessons from PreschoolMost of the time, when I go to the grocery store, I think about Gorbachev. The Threat of Communism is something I vaguely remember, and the vision of a Soviet store where there is one kind of toothbrush (ugly, straight, and red) and one kind of bread (brown) has a firm place in my imagination. […]
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