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January | 2014 | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. January 28, 2014. But today, today I have the Januarys. The list of to-dos seems insurmountable, and worse, uninspiring. The kids’ noses seem like they might never stop running. The teachers I work with seem ungrateful and unmovable. I think I’m going to move to Australia. (In March.). January 21, 2014. I’ve never blogged. If I’m being truthful, I’ve never kept a diary or a journal, apart from a few days after my 6th birthday. So, I hide no more. I walk the walk.
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China | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 22, 2015. Like most mornings, I woke this morning tangled up between my boys. As we stirred, drifting towards consciousness together, Sebastian said, “Mommy, where are we going today? 8220;Nowhere, baby,” I mumbled. He was quiet, and burrowed around a bit. His little feet dug around between my legs, heat-seeking. 8220;Mommy,” he asked, “What do girls have? 8220;Girls have a vagina,” I mumbled. 8220;What do boys have? 8220;What story, baby? 8220;Do you mean. Now tha...
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Sharon | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 27, 2015. Every Friday morning, the “Instruction and Innovation” department, of which I am a part, launches with a brief meeting, the purpose of which is to allow us time to hear from other sub-departments about their work. Today’s focus was norms and operating principles for our group as a team. The day before, Sharon had turned around in her chair, and said, “Do you like that thing from dim sum…”. 8221; I answered. 8221; she said. “Do you like shu mai? 8220;Okay,...
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Fabric of our Lives | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. Fabric of our Lives. March 30, 2015. My husband slept with a blanky until he was in middle school. I. Sleep with my blanky, which is at this point a blanket only nominally. I also had a “silky”, a bit of my grandmother’s slip that I loved to rub on my face. So when Nathaniel skipped blithely over the milestone months when he might have chosen a special lovey, I was a little blue. Where’s my DACE! This morning, Sebastian woke up later than the rest of us, in his own bed (...
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Swimming | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 29, 2015. 8220;I’m going to swim like a dolphin! 8221; Nathaniel chortled from the backseat as we drove to a swim party for two of his friends from school. Now, swim like a dolphin may be a bit of an exaggeration. More like “swim like a jellyfish, completely at the mercy of the water and occasionally bobbing to the surface.” But, one way or the other, he spends most of his time in the pool underwater. So, today, at the birthday party, Nathaniel’s primary inte...
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February | 2015 | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. February 10, 2015. Just when I think. I’ve steadied myself against the refusal. Of any single day to be solid, steady. Just when I think. I’ve righted all that was toppled in the prior storm. Battened down anything that might. Not be counted on to stay secure. A squall blows in. Unforecast and never from the side you’d think. And I’m right back to. Those first, awful days,. When I couldn’t take a step without falling. February 3, 2015. 8221; I dusted off my shoulders and...
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March | 2015 | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 31, 2015. This has been a month in which I’ve considered quitting many times. I’ve thought about quitting the challenge, I’ve thought about quitting running, I’ve thought about quitting my job. Yesterday, a friend posted an article from. On Facebook. It was billed as “8 Ways You Can Tell That It’s the Right Time to Quit” – so many capitals, so much expert advice! Here’s the thing about the writing I’ve done this month. Impossible. They have wrapped this work in...
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Ending | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 31, 2015. This has been a month in which I’ve considered quitting many times. I’ve thought about quitting the challenge, I’ve thought about quitting running, I’ve thought about quitting my job. Yesterday, a friend posted an article from. On Facebook. It was billed as “8 Ways You Can Tell That It’s the Right Time to Quit” – so many capitals, so much expert advice! Here’s the thing about the writing I’ve done this month. Impossible. They have wrapped this work in...
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adriennewiley | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 31, 2015. This has been a month in which I’ve considered quitting many times. I’ve thought about quitting the challenge, I’ve thought about quitting running, I’ve thought about quitting my job. Yesterday, a friend posted an article from. On Facebook. It was billed as “8 Ways You Can Tell That It’s the Right Time to Quit” – so many capitals, so much expert advice! Here’s the thing about the writing I’ve done this month. Impossible. They have wrapped this work in...
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March | 2014 | Walking the Walk
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A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. March 31, 2014. Like so many of you, I can’t help but make this post a reflection on all I’ve learned in the past month. I feel a bit like I’m cheating, like I should summon some story about my day, but this, this is what’s on my mind as we reach the last day of this practice. I’ve gained an appreciation for the comment that reaches beyond the content and pushes into the craft. You’ve pushed me, challenged me, and validated me. I’ve lost patience for teachers who t...
