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Reflections on the Art of Writing Well…

Remember the Time

Write what you know. ~Mark Twain      I don’t always practice what I preach, especially when it comes to the simple, unaffected, and ordinary “journal entry.” Much of my reticence towards the casual...

Remote Learning 2.0

Explore, Assess, Reflect & Rethink How to move on to a better tomorrow...      For most of us teachers, our first crash course in remote learning is done, and the wise work now is to separate...

The Farmer, the Weaver & The Space Traveler 

     Words matter. Words carefully crafted and artfully expressed  matter infinitely more. There is something compelling in a turn of phrase well-timed, arresting image juxtaposed on arresting...

Swing, dammit, swing…

What’s so important about this literary analysis paragraph thing? Maybe you won’t be spending your life analyzing literature. Maybe this is some academic exercise that is ultimately no big deal in...

Embrace the Beast

The Rules of Punctuation If you don’t use it, you lose it... ~Fitz What do you really need to learn? What teaching and what practice will help you learn what you “really need to learn”...

Ten Tips for a Great Narrative Essay

So much depends
 on the red wheelbarrow 
 glazed with rain water 
beside the white chickens.
 -William Carlos Williams   It was funto be swimming and clambering around with my kids yesterday in...

Writing a Metacognition

If we don’t learn from what we do, we learn little of real value. If we don’t make the time to explore, reflect and rethink our ways of doing things, we will never grow, evolve and reach our greatest potential or tap into the possibilities in our lives.

I have been here before

Trying to pull a final day Back into the night, execute Some stay of time, Some way to wrap The fabric of Summer Around the balky, frame of Fall, sloughing My skin, unable to stop This reptilian...

Grading

"Don't let school interfere with your education..."~Mark Twain      Grading is that part of a teacher's life that should bring some kind of solace to our work. No doubt, it is an...

The Concord Town Dump

When I was a kid it was the dump. Every Saturday morning my father and I would pile a week’s worth of trash into the back of our Plymouth Fury station wagon and head the to the Concord town dump....

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