1. ......That's the song on the radio as I drop off my daughter to what looks like a pretty nice set up at Caltech today. My first child, that I'm not really sure I ever let cross a road unattended.
    She's starting her great adventure.
    It was interesting in the school to look at the other parents, other kids. We listened to a welcome and pretty much that was it and we left her in a dorm room where ironically her new roomates name was "Sarah." Somethings are funny even when you feel awful.

    Next week Sylvia goes on a freshman retreat to Ventura or around the corner from us here to stay in a hotel and do whatever they do in a frosh retreat. Something that sounds like an opportunity to make friends and get to know what school will be. I think it might be a bit different than I knew. Just the absence of long lines and rude yelling told me that. It was a mainstay of my college admissions experiences. Hours of it. Never had enough books, always being yelled at. WVU yelled at you a lot.

    Sylvia looked ready to deal with everything, and I looked ready to go throw up.
    After eating at an awful Bar-Be-Que place coming home I am now completely ready to throw up. Bad food. We will see if this improves by morning. If not I'm taking a day off. I may just do that and hold her stuffed lion that she got when she had surgery. I see it in her room.

    I'm feeling like a mom who just sent their child to college might, kind of disoriented. Happy it looked so nice, able to see that she can get help if she needs it. Nice kids everywhere. In fact it was so much kinder and softer than my everyday I did notice, wow. No one telling you off as I experienced three times Friday, once for "too hard homework", once for not allowing a child to go on the fieldtrip and once by an employee who was snapping at me about the lunches I had to push on a big cart which was hard on me to the fire station. So it was interesting to see people in another world. Looking like they were hoping for good things and a world of possibilty for their children.
    Very diverse kids, very soft.

    You think about a lot of things as a mom and public school teacher....I did. Thought about my students. Thought about a mom who wants me to cut out spelling altogether as it is hard (cat, hat, sat, bat, fat, that) , thought about the things these children could count on growing up, books, technology, homes, food, trips, families, the kinds of differences between worlds.
    No gang tatoos all over them as some of my students can say about their families.

    Syl eats on a dinner card and can get what she needs on that card from a store and bookstore. She has a washing machine and dryer right there. She has a very high bed with a desk below. I kept giving her cash. I want to get her an air-cleaner, small vacuum, small refrig, bring her the tiny TV and think of things to make it nicer for her. Maybe take a room and go over and clean once a week, ha, ha. Her roommate was kind of messy so I know that's really good as Syl likes to leave everything kind of all over. So no one will be upset.

    I'm kind of upset.

    So here are my very few photo's. I couldn't take more....kind of feeling blue.




    Before we went, she has a new haircut.

    Jack wore this. It was a Dad's day gift we made him about 14 years ago.
    In Monterey when she rode the carousel.

    Cal Tech welcome baloons. I started to take a set and Jack said, "No."


    These trees are gorgeous.







    Her dorm, Avery , for now.
    In a few weeks she can trade if she wants that.





    Leaving her at her room. i did cry a little bit there.
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  2. Being ever helpful my husband dug up MEMORIES of our lives. Here are a few shots from drawing picture albums I make and keep of our lives.
    This from 2000.
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  4. First I have kittens, to give away. Only 3 left!
    This could be yours literally right now....



    It is possible, possible that these words will be shared tomorrow from my classroom along with a very nervous 1st grade teacher sharing out about "what she's been doing" in building a classroom blog and in blogging for a year.

    It's possible that I'll link over to this, project it and talk about what I was doing on
    A Day in A Life and then talk generally about what I'm doing now, to talk about what a school might do, can do, needs to do.

    Yikes.

    Well one way to start is to say that I began blogging after reading blogs.

    But then that requires I back up....and discuss something even more personal...why I might be reading educational blogs.
    Six years ago, I think, I wrote a set of essays when very ill compelled to talk about teaching. It was a kind of diary, pulling from notes I've kept over my career. (Everyday I sit and write on old yellow pads things that struck me about the day, or that I wrote down during the day.) From this, during a time my health was very difficult, I was almost compulsive and wrote about my teaching, who I am, my "reasons." We should all do this rather commonly.

    As I did this, I ran across a site on-line looking up better math activities that Susan Ohanian had created. I was looking for one thing to use in teaching and found "something else". That happens all the time. I found many, many articles at her site not about math but about teaching....and politics....there is a big index of current newspaper articles from around the country and back in time and also her perspectives. This is important because papers often charge for archives or you just could not see the many perspectivesall at once as you can there related to things like our current "testing". I found her site very valuable. I wrote to her.
    She returned my writing instantly with a lot of encouragement and an understanding. One I never felt from teaching peers....partially because I could just be me on-line. And that was enough.

    I knew Mrs. Ohanian from math replacement units, her writing books that I love, and also because she lead a training I went to here in Hueneme.Back when the state was doing things differently. Anyway she returned writing, and I sent her my pieces.
    Which looking back was kind of nervy on my part but I was naive. Still am.
    Eventually she very kindly placed my writing on her site at Sarah's Notes. It takes time to explain..... but this kind of pulled me into reading blogs on education too and I found The Borderland.

    Bar none it was the best site I've read. Period. And the writer I admire more than Anyone I've read in education. Period. He's the "real thing," in many ways I found my interacting there to be somewhat of a paradigm shift. I knew the value of technology but now I was discovering the personal value. When you decide to go learn something who you encounter and how they treat you means a lot. If they treat you in a value additive way, you are compelled almost into your better self. And so I have been.. And as I made friends on-line this would happen in the last year a few more times as I talked to people in many walks of life willing to listen to me about education. This literally amazed me.

    If you read on my sidebar my piece about Why I blog? you can learn why I blogged here a year of my life.
    Well some of the reasons.

    I've been neglecting my connections out in blog world of late because I've been trying to organize this teaching year and writing off line to things that I think need my refining. The more I write the more I realize I need to really deeply read, understand, contextualize and explore which takes my time. Teaching as an art requires discipline and requires efforts applied. If you read Borderland you'll see a master at work. I learn "how to do" all kinds of things from this blogger, Doug Noon. I don't know if he is typical, no, he is exceptional, but he is generous with time and energy and explains a lot both in his posting but also in his direct correspondence. I glimpse things there I need to go just " figure out".
    So simultaneously I could share about teaching, tech issues, ask questions, notice things, learn norms, see examples. Dumb luck allowed me to choose to connect with two people who in their generous and teaching spirit then helped me figure out a few things. And in Santa Barbara I knew Judith Green a nd her work in studying children and learning ethnographically led me to more reading, more consideration of "sachool". Out in the world quite a bit is being learned from the rigidity imposed on us in this school-in Underperforming schools narrowed and scripted. And much of it is that this is a kind of final impoverishment. And as teachers this medium allows us a kind of professionality and voice, or awareness that we probably need just to understand why our world looks as it does here. And to understand what's possible. And start this here in our world at Hathaway.

    So my first thoughts to a teacher looking at this...is......blogging fills many different kinds of roles,purposes, many simultaneously. It has lots of "faces" and lots of "looks" and redefines "no wrong answers" and certainly plays a lot of roles for me.

    For me I spent a year trying to talk about teaching on "A Day In A Life" but allowing myself to talk about anything I felt I wanted to...so art or momming or just sharing poems comes through because it had for me a shared journal aspect. If you understand me I am compulsive, want to write, want to find meaning, that form is a reflection of me.
    I found myself reading different kinds of things that others wrote too, on-line in their blogging journey...from their daily life learning who wrote more technical things, who might write to deeper meaning in teaching. I like to read Throughlines for example. The author Bruce Schnable is so incredibly enlightening and philosophic that my framing teaching simply improves with the reading. In fact he is also an artist, photographer. In his work I find something akin to a place to rest, for me. He reminds me of what it is to "think" and by example see what this can be as something to "do" here in cyberspace.
    He has a piece up on Josh Waitzkin's right now you may see if you hit the link who just wrote The Art of Learning, a chess player, and you might know him from his father's book on their life" Searching For Bobby Fisher". I wrote to this writer a bit ago, Josh, as he helped shape my writing/teaching/meanings over my career and he has very kindly corresponded.
    Is a kind of on-line friend. I cannot tell you what things like this mean to me.
    The piece on his book on Throughlines is great. Go see.

    I also read Mark Ahlness, always. He encouraged me greatly by linking to my work on his blog, Mark's edtechblog. He is just inspiring. Great info on blogging, on his class blogging, on education issues. And he does terrific things like.....his Earth Day project which is a national treasure. Go on his site and find out more. Please.

    So I started out here getting to the best of the best, by my usual"dumb luck", and they encouraged me. On Doug's site I found things and he would answer questions. I loved his"cloud of tags." Didn't know what it was but loved it.... I didn't know what anything was..... but he made a bookmark with my name on it there. I though I was "famous"....he got to me you know... and he knew it...... and I discovered del.icio.us . This is perhaps my favorite thing that I have ever seen. It is a "thing" one can put on a blog that allows you to share articles, sites, pieces you find on the internet. You get in a group of people by inviting or sharing and you can see things they post too. Hopefully I showed you today.... I had thousands of "bookmarks" in my computer and moving about a third into the public space was the best three days of figuring out I ever spent. And reading Doug's articles and now reading others in my group it has definitely transformed my work. It has been more than a "social network", it has been an introduction into what we might do with students. Group brain really.
    How we might evolve learning and "make it smarter".

    This said on the side of my simple blog are several things, articles I have written indexed, places where I share things I read through a "reader service" and even a way I keep track of how many people come to my site. By poking around you'll see this.

    But you'll only be looking at one person, who wanted to see what she could do.

    So let's look at something that shows some other possibilities.
    Remember this is just something that I'm putting on here so that after our talk you can read this and see a few things....and then it might be good to try a personal blog say on Blogger or Wordpress and just try it.

    I was very interested in Wikipedia. This idea of a wiki I'll talk to in my discussion but Wikipedia and my favorite the Uncyclopedia are examples of something we can collaboratively build. You can go in and add content, edit, state an objection or a challenge and evolve it. Imagine this! Many people write them with their students, or become involved with them. This is an aim of mine. I want to create a global " Sharing our family traditions through food" Recipe Wiki and have students blog in recipes from everywhere and the stories that evolved them as they reflect "who they are". Ethnographic. But that's just a personal project...it probably already exists. I'm afraid to look.

    We talk a lot at Hathaway about "collaboration" and then reduce it to petty watching one another to see if we all did the" cat ditto". No.....let's look a bit wider...This is what collaborative learning is about. We need to grow up a little bit and look at the outside world beyond the limits of the hood. This is where we need to send our kids, so let's go there first. It's time to model what we want and get away from modeling a thing I call being "stuck in time, stuck in limits, stuck in our pathology", it is frankly a way OUT.

    So let's go to a wiki constructed to help teachers connect to teachers blogging and students blogging. A place you can add yourself to or simply use to learn a bit more. I slowly, slowly am looking at the bloggers so I can become better at this:

    Support Bloggers

    You'll see so much here.....but it really helped me.

    I read a blog called Learning Is Messy. This great blogger, Brian Crosby, talks about teaching and blogging , technology and this helps me a great deal when I need something I look it up here. He has shared about a very ill student who is a student in his room via a laptop. This means a very great deal to me because it shows me how we can create ways...open windows and doors in this medium... so students may learn in ways we have not thought of before. But of course it's also a very human and very real feeling blog, because learning is really messy...it is... and this helps me by lessening my anxiety about " not knowing".

    It is funny but the people who are in this realm blogging help each other. Help me. If I asked they would do more. And they share a lot about the ups, downs, practical applications. And this helps.

    Now I am also a "woman". One thing I noticed was we can do a bit better by our contribution to this world of blogging , writing our reflections on the day, on education and by building a "presence" that does not define us as "good shoppers".
    So I started my site "A Random Act of Poetry" to share my personal poetry. I don't know if I can explain this to a staff that I have often not shared my personal self with....but I am creative, I feel, I live. I am dealing with all the things that are normal in a life, now cancer, illness and so......I needed to try that. Write poetry others can read...because just in my journals....well I wanted to share out. I'm getting a bunch of pieces, essays, finished to post into a teacher network Doug has built. I took time on them, one per week as I reflect on teaching in this class in this time. So my writing life includes...blogging on a children's site, How Beautiful You Are, my site A Day In A Life, A Random Act Of Poetry, some pieces for Susan at Sarah's Notes and nowI am preparing to write to teaching in a teacher group. Wow, talk about a typing life. But I really think it's all about working on evolving a routine. And it has reflective practice value for me.

    But that's me.....

    I love something that was put on my blog counter a few days ago...
    here is a counter page...this is where I kind of look at who looks at my blog...
    anyway they linked me to this site which is so great for beginning teacher blogging....
    Blog if You Love Learning
    It is very helpful.

    I belong to Plans for Us too but have done nothing yet....but I WILL.
    I think it has exciting possibilities.Hope they will not give up on me...

    Okay I'm just writing here a piece to follow up a talk I haven't yet given.
    So it feels a bit odd but I think blogging is a support system that we need to be involved with everyday in everyway to assist in building better students, ones ready for their world. Without this we are disabling them. That is clear.

    I'm convinced that students out in the "world we don't know" can now "know us", care and can build with us an infinite interface with projects, classrooms, teachers. It can revive us.
    We are "Under performing" and we should make the effort to share our world with the world.
    We work hard and we have unique things we might tell about our world.
    Our children enter a society where this on-line presence is a norm.
    Yes, there are lots of things to consider. This is why reading others, seeing what they do, trying a personal blog helps. Wordpress and Blogger are the two you see here. I found them easy to use. But I also found My Teacher Pages easy to use to build links to kids to content, I found photo sites like Flickr and Picassa to share photos, I found so much it's impossible to put it all here in this little follow up. But if you are a teacher reading this at my site ASK ME and I'l make time for you. One teacher has asked and I need to get over and help her.

    It's pretty fun, actually, which is also why I do it, it is a source of inspiration and pride. You see I don't feel or accept "Underperformance". Nor do I quit. I have a responsibility in what I do. We carry this working inpoverty schools. We have accept to stand at the line, when everyone else says they "can't see it". We showed up.
    Sometimes I write to advocate, sometimes to share a children's book. Sometimes to talk about language, poverty, to share frustration. But mostly I write to self reflect and improve. To learn from this new medium how to do something that matters for kids, myself. As I watch my own children on-line noting ,we have 7 active computers in our house, I realize this is the "new place" for learning. We need laptops for EVERY STUDENT , school and home, projectors to screeens, we need to build blogging, we need a community where we bookmark together. We need to, as grade levels, build collaboratively through this creating not only places for kids to visit but putting our work there for kids. We need to 'journal' on-line. We need to build relationships with teachers and schools away from us and talk to each other. We need to get projects brewing. We need to find projects like the Earth Day one I mentioned and we need to join them.
    We can research if we can get "on". ON.
    You can't operate in a "blocked" system or without what you need. We need to dream, ask, re-ask, re-ask....we need to go out and show our District how what we do matters,
    which is why I think I was asked to present this.
    Let's understand that we can teach a little differently. We can facilitate a little differently.
    We'd want that for our kids.
    It's been very exciting for me. And super for my class.
    It is intolerable our network isn't "there yet" and talking 3 to 5 years more is unacceptable...is sad. Really sad.
    Three to 5 months, order the things. Much like the movie, "If you build it he will come". If we get resources then I have no doubt you will transform learning. You'll be as enraptured as I am, as our kids are becoming. It's the future. We have to embrace it. It's fun.

    Ask for what we need.
    Insist with me.




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  5. The Farther Reaches of Human Nature (An Esalen Book) Not that this will endear this writing to anyone but I was just reading the last book Abraham Maslow wrote, "The Farther Reaches of Human Nature", in fact he actually did not finish or edit it for his dying so young at 61, tragedy. Which is a terrible loss to us now, though this is a very credible effort.For me a life altering work. When I read it in 1993, and again this week I realized how influential it is in my teaching and in my stretching to understand learning. This is the man that brought us a triangle to look at needs and the way a human must meet needs, whose work in motivational theory still astounds me.

    If you read no other book, and you are concerned with learning and future, with human development and with the stance to take in living a life in this now, he's the person to read. He talks in the book about the capacities he perceives are needed for the kind of changes this new 21st century of rapid information and change brings us. Remarkably he defines this as the creativity, the drive and the capacity to see creating impulses into forms as his model. He describes this capacity in terms of his intense study of individuals he studied that were "actualizing" and that demonstrated this in their lives. He suggested it almost as an evolution, not a skill set to go get. His talking about scientists as imitators of this, fairly poor imitators, and how these capacities are fundamental to cope with the rapidly developing world-well you just need to read it. Because it says something that the world should here. Just as we heard him on motivation, and on meeting needs hierarchically. It matters. a great deal to a teacher, his work was the study of this work. And it's essential to read well about what you are doing, in the bigger scheme of things. I could quote this entire book and will try in future posts to do just that.

    By coincidence today on my apple carpet in Room 10, at the start of another year I read a book to my first grade by Rosemary Well's called Fritz and the Mess Fiary. Notable here because the main character of this book by Well's, Fritz and the Mess Fairy (Picture Puffins) Fritz, is "just a little different." Perhaps meant in this kind of way. Someone that is child-like, creative, seeing out of the boxes and having some trouble being understood and understanding. He is also struggling with an aspect of his life, cleaning up. His struggle is in meeting the expectations others place on him to clean up. He is extremely busy in his thoughts and in his life in the "doing". And he is doing things others just aren't sure about at all.
    Or how it might be in a very young childlike state, when describing just the kind of person that will evolve into being the creator that Maslow was talking about. Maslow actually talks a good bit about that childlike stance, its value. There is something about Fritz, and how he is presented here which links these two books together in the gestalt that is my teaching and story sharing with children. I rather like the juxtaposition.

    Fritz lacks the trait of working so systematically on his "ideas" that he can keep his room, and home "neat" within the definitions of neatness we are largely fairly "normatively" in schools and perhaps in our culture imposing on children. My Mom used to say something important to me when my children were young. My husband would bluster through their evening demanding they "clean up their stuff". What she said was....you disorganize and knock down the blocks first, until one day you develop the capacities to construct. And that struck me as awfully thoughtful.

    So, too, applied into my teaching life I often see children struggling with a backpack or a cubby space, things akimbo. Sometimes they are collectors, sometimes they seem to naturally chew apart everything they touch. it amazes me how quickly a folder is shredded to dust. It seems that these things are structured and helped by explaining, practicing, modeling and time. And by perhaps expecting something different and allowing it to be different. And maybe noticing some other things.
    I watched Mom allow my kids to knock her block towers down. Over and over when another person might scold, she just built again and they laughed together and she said, "Ready, knock it over." I saw that, they loved that.

    And so Fritz seems unable really to figure out how to clean it all up and believe me his room is a disaster. It's kind of disconcerting that added to this when he is asked about the mess he just denies that he had anything to do with it ....and that comes back to be heard again in a bit of guilt for him that seems sort of sad....within the story. i think he simply denies because he had no alternative, he was in hot water and he was struggling knowing he had "done wrong." It's sort of the root I think of lying.

    Fritz in getting a science experiment going really outdoes himself in terms of bringing a house to it's knees until he has angered a generally laid back group, one I might add that perhaps ought to have stepped in earlier to assist him. But for a little one he has ambitious , creative ideas going. I remember those days when i was busily thinking of how to get a project off the ground. He has a rocket added into the mix. As I said a pretty liberal family.
    In a kind of complicated and somewhat strange series of twists he creates something (a fairy?) that's worse than he is, in terms of outrageous mess. Oh my. And he does find a way to solve that awful problem finally too in a very inventive and now competent way. Maslow talks about artists creativity not in terms of the impulse but also the drive, discipline the carry forward of the idea, the process. It was this he saw as informational to our world as it is now. And it is this which reminds me of Fritz because he tries and does amazingly complex things.

    Then Fritz in this little circle of guilt as he thinks about this horrible messy fairy "sees the error of his own ways" miraculously staying up all the night to put it all right, to own up to what he did and stop spewing it out in denial ...until...maybe ....the next time.

    So I was a little disappointed because in working with children I do meet little and big Fritzes. They usually have a hard time organizing and cleaning, and are pursuing their own things. I can't recall a time where I saw one simply just do it all fine, as quickly as Fritz. Once he sees the light all impediments fall by the wayside. Let's face it, in lives this kind of thing takes time. Capacities to organize for any type of person come over time. I recall, sorry to steer into my associations, a man who worked under my father, an ag. professor, with a room of books and papers stacked to ceiling -one needed to tunnel in to find him. I'm not sure that "Fritz" whose name was Jim Clark ever actually organized according to the standards of many of his peers. And yet he was known for this mess in rather teasing and at times insensitive reception. But he was extremely well loved by students, excellently read, completely head and shoulders above many others in productivity. Someone who did things, who you wanted to associate with and learn with or from. But it was not unusual that a "hunt" was required for this or that paper, no doubt.
    Fritz in this story will always be benefited by some more watching, until he's older, perhaps a bit more supervision and structure and a continued family acceptance of his nature. Well's leaves in her stories this kind of ambiguity. She's often not a complete resolver, and her work stands up to the kinds of situations that arise in children's worlds, that are a bit disconcerting. Fritz's story of the Mess Fairy is a little tiny bit disconcerting.

    I read the story in U Pick It Time and this was chosen today from a big Well's selection, as I usually start the year with Wells. My 1st grade considered it very carefully.
    They recently painted "tooth fairies" with much debate about these kinds of imaginary beings. The thought of a Mess Fairy they found equally interesting. You know the most fascinating thing to me was they expected her to CLEAN UP THE MESS in the house after it was made. Say like in the Cat In The Hat. So it was utterly fascinating to see her have to be vanquished. She remained awful, and with the creation of a black hole by Mr. Fritz, wow.

    For awhile they did re-discuss and consider this Mess Fairy who would squeeze all the toothpaste everywhere. This seemed very serious stuff. Quite a conundrum. Fun to draw, we did a follow-uo where they thought of things The Mess Fairy could do that would "make a real mess". How often do you think of that?

    One of my new students is struggling, struggling to find his way, to get things in the boxes or to put the pencil in the sharpener. He is messy, but he did not know the word. Little one. I met with his mom today and she noted to me how difficult it is for him to put away a toy or care for clothes. Very young. At the end of my reading this book to them I asked him what he thought. "I'm a little bit afraid of that big fairy coming to my house." Oh I said, it's just a pretend story.
    And he looked at me. kind of like, "what are you talking about it's right there in the book".

    The start of a year with much to do, and many teaching puzzles to consider.
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  6. In 1989 in Salinas Memorial they started the
    Pitocin at 6 AM, at 8 AM I was heaving off
    The bed but the doctor was not "there" so they
    Turned it down and stopped the birth awhile
    I then pushed for over 6 hours until I vomited
    Into the mask, fainted and damaged my heart
    (They did not at that time, nor for years,
    Have any spinal or other forms of pain relief for moms)
    Except a shot of something I couldn't have.
    And at 4 almost 5 after damaging her eye in the most botched
    Process ever Sylvia Mary, my child, came to the world
    Minus the vision of her eye and red as a beet.


    Because of the damage to my heart and the trauma
    I experienced profound euphoria.
    Unlike anything I've ever felt in this life.
    It runs counter to your notions of this experience.
    But I was holding a child, my child,
    I was alive and she was alive
    And I knew enough to know this was so.
    Poorly done we might have both been lost.
    We bear the marks, she the eye and me the
    Arrhythmias and other problems that September 9th
    Left us to bear for lifetimes.

    Sylvia raised her head and looked around like a little turtle
    They put them on their tummies in those days.
    She surveyed the scene and recognized voices
    Having zero tolerances for vacuums and loud
    Sounds, something that continues in some ways.
    We stayed overnight and came home but I was shaky and can't
    Remember taking care of her for the first
    Week except for nursing, I was kind of a ripped mess
    Botched doctoring in many ways.
    Having 50 stitches from the fore-cepts
    My momma and her Poppa took over.

    When Sylvia was about three weeks old my Mom went home.
    And I was alone. That first day
    I waited for her to take a nap, she never would sleep
    And she fell softly to doze and quietly
    I got myself a shower, a luxury
    And got in the car, alone, thinking
    I'll run get groceries and milk -when it hit me
    I was leaving a baby inside my house
    Alone. That's when I understood finally
    What being a mother might really be about.

    I sat in the car a minute and cried.
    Not so many people ever really understand
    This story but it was a profound change
    And loss of self, coming in a very rapid
    Way into my growing awareness
    That weekend at about the same time she was born the
    Loma Prieta earthquake hit
    And a huge bookcase swayed and almost
    Dumped on her sleeping in a bassinet except
    Jack ran and caught her up to my
    Telling him it was a huge earthquake to get to her
    We were a few miles from the "epicenter".

    Few believe this but it was about the same time
    She started talking, at three months Sylvia could
    Say "good girl", and many other things
    By 9 months she recited 200 nursery rhymes.
    I thought this was exciting and normal.
    Her pediatrician told me that she was extraordinary
    And should be in some study and then
    Gave me the news shortly after the quake
    That her dented in chest was a condition
    Requiring surgery and a referral was made to
    Dr. Shocket in Stanford at that time
    Plus she said her eye should get corrected surgically.

    It was quite a bit for a nervous, exhausted,
    Teaching, working, isolated new momma to get
    One who weighed 92 pounds who was fainting and soon had
    Cancer in her colon and a botched operation
    And rapid heart issues from the delivery damage
    And an expanded syrnix so that my head pounded
    And I could not see from blinding headaches for 9 months
    Called "stress" but actually a severe
    Neurological problem that made me decide
    Doctors largely screw up and that
    No matter what I'd love my kids and
    Get them books and do everything I could while I could
    To give them the kind of childhood they deserved.

    We went to parks and to plays
    Bought everything that ever was printed
    Looked around Monterey until it was our place
    We whale watched and bookstored and
    Ate warm doughnuts and found furry
    Animals, rode tractors picked trees and
    Pumpkins. decorated, drew, painted, slopped
    And made muffins, danced with duckie umbrellas
    Saw that purple dinosaur Barney, laughed at Big Sur
    Met a few seals, were splashed at sea world
    Lived and breathed around the ocean
    And I lived inside my fears of her surgeries while
    Giving to Sylvia every thing in the Land of Play
    I knew to give because I kind of felt

    That one day this very bright and shining
    Piece of wonder that was entrusted to my care
    Might really be, as I felt again on the birth of her sister and brother,
    Sent to this earth to help it be a better place, to
    Become a being that walks gently
    And uses all that they are, all that they have
    To reach out to others to love
    To put into their actions and their days working
    Their capacity, gifts, freedoms and blessings
    Towards living a life that considers the lives of others
    That sees we are all here in our world with
    The eyes and mind to see all the children, the pain, the suffering
    Suffering I now knew.....and blessings I now had
    To raise my babies to be in love with learning
    And live able to give their heart to our world
    And in turn find meaning and happiness.

    Today Sylvia is 18, an adult to many.
    By now her great grandmom on my father's side had
    Three of her children and was both raising them
    And growing and canning and fixing their food.
    We come to this time and this space
    Standing on the shoulders of all that went before us
    Giving to us the opportunity to reach
    For our dreams and realize our potentials
    And for Sylvia this day of birth is such a
    Celebration, as she well knows of struggle,
    Beauty, love, hardships, triumphs, days gone by
    Days to Come. A child was born and
    We need to sing our praise of that day.

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  7. My talent might be kittens.
    This late summer litter was under a car out front about 4 weeks ago, we think Kalifornia's.....but we kind of say "found" for "reasons.
    Read Archy and specifically mehitabel...
    "What Kittens?"

    They are almost ready to come to good homes.
    These are the sweetest kittens ever.
    And smart.































































































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I'm a public school elementary teacher from W.V. beginning my career in poverty schools in the 1980's. (I have GIST cancer-small intestinal and syringomyelia which isn't what I want to define me but does help define how I view the meaning of my life.) I am a mom of 3 great children-now grown. I teach 3rd grade in an Underperforming school, teaching mostly immigrant 2nd Lang. children. I majored in art, as well as teaching. Art informs all I do. Teaching is a driving part of my life energy. But I am turning to art soon. I'm married to an artist I coaxed into teaching- now a Superintendent of one of the bigger Districts in the area. Similar population. We both have dedicated inordinate amounts of our life to the field of teaching in areas of poverty hoping to give students opportunities to make better lives. I'm trying to write as I can to the issues of PUBLIC education , trying to gain the sophistication to address the issues in written forms so they can be understood from my teaching contexts.I like to blog from daily experiences. My work is my own, not reflective of any school district.
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