#SOLSC18 March 21, 2018

My Girls

My girls are a decade apart.

My oldest took three years, 3 surgeries, and a series of infertility shots to get her. She is still stubborn, determined and loved.

My youngest was a conscious effort to try for a third, but not to go through all that stuff. If she was meant to be, she would be. We were pregnant the first month we tried. She is easy going, full of wonder and loved.

Today is my youngest’s birthday. We have been given the gift to go slower this time; knowing that childhood really is a fleeting blip that parents may want to rush through in the heat of the moment. While I don’t miss diaper changes, toddler tantrums, the why stage or getting thrown up on (although I may get that again as my oldest turns 21 next month) I do miss the pure innocence, the snuggles, the magic that only a child can see.

I love all my children more than there are moons and stars up in the sky!


#SOLSC18 March 20th, 2018

Busy night getting ready for Jaelyn’s 11th Birthday tomorrow. She is hoping to get her acceptance letter from Hogwarts and ready to take the Minion Unicorns to her class. [Yes, I made more than 7 unicorns.] It’s a wizards and unicorns birthday theme this year!

#SOLSC March 19th, 2018


The STEAM bug got me today.  The MRA’s last day focused on integrating reading and writing into STEAM programs.  It is pretty amazing how it all fits together.

I sat in on a session that was about teaching engineering to K-5 graders.  It was pretty cool.  Did you know that we don’t have to have all the answers?  Problems lead to modifications that give our students the amazing ability to problem solve and work cooperatively.   Many of the activities the presenter spoke about are things teachers are already doing in the classroom, just more mindfully.

I can’t wait to take a closer look at the resources our district will be using and seeing how we can make reading, writing, math, science, social studies, engineering, etc. last all day long.



#SOLSC18 March 18th, 2018

Weekend of Learning

At any large conference you are going to take away a variety of nuggets and jewels.            I have quite a few jewels!

This weekend I was inspired to make sure the books we get into the hands of our readers are truly culturally diverse. Dr. Sharroky Hollie challenged us to notice and recognize our own biases when we teach, get over them, and do what is best for all students. He said that every teacher needs to be an anthropologist as well as a linguist so that we can be culturally responsive teachers. Mind blown! I am very intrigued by his studies and want to learn more.

This morning, Dr. Mike Schmoker, reminded me that as a profession, educators do more, more, more. What we we need to do is make a more conscious effort to do the highest leverage work with our students. He cautioned us that innovation does not always mean better. Sometimes we have to take a step back and master what we know to be high leverage practices.

Donalyn Miller spoke about the inequities of books both at home, and in our classrooms for the variety of learners that walk into our rooms everyday.  She pointed out that the best way to help prevent summer slide for our students is to give them books before they leave for the summer. Yet, we lock up the books within our own classroom and school libraries. A statement she repeated “I’d rather lose a book than lose a child.”

I attended several other sessions, and am looking forward to the STEM and STEAM focus sessions being offered tomorrow.

This is one of the best things about being an educator, I get to be a life long learner.


#SOLSC18 March 17th, 2018

A Week of Poems Day 7

(An Acrostic)

Long drive to the conference.

Excitement fills the air as I walk in.

Anticipation to hear the speakers.

Ready to take lots of notes.

Not so sure about vendors,

Interesting products we can not afford.

Noticing colleagues sharing ideas.

Getting fabulous information at MRA today!




#SOLSC18 March 16th, 2018

A Week of Poems Day 6

(free verse)


Sunshine, oh sunshine,

how you deceive me.

You tell me to leave my jacket behind,

Yet the bitter air still nips my nose.

You staying out longer and longer,

and casting shadows that stretch all around.

How I long for your warm rays,

Sunshine, oh sunshine.