Friday, March 24, 2017

Love my lunch ladies! - #SOLSC Day 24



I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.** 


Make a couple extra hash browns today. Karen will want some for lunch today for sure.

Many people talk about the most important people in a school being the secretaries and the custodians. I totally agree, but would like to add one more category to that list - the cooks in the cafeteria. I am of the firm belief that developing a rapport and a relationship with the people cooking the food is incredibly important.

In the school I just exited, the cooks are Cheryl and Alisha. At lunchtime every day, I head down to the cafeteria kitchen to fill my cup with ice from the machine. Each day, I check out what is on the student lunch choices. And each and every day, Cheryl and Alisha greet me with incredibly warm words and smiles.

As we've chatted over the past year when I'm in that building, they have learned I love three specific things from the school lunch: hash browns, tater tots, and Goldfish Giant Graham Crackers. So when I come to get my ice, they have those things waiting for me on days they are being served. I love that I've chosen three of the most un-nutritious things possible, and they never judge me.

Make a couple extra hash browns today. Karen will want some for lunch today for sure.

A smile, a warm welcome, and some hash browns. I've come to savor that combination. I will miss it.


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Love these third graders / hate to say goodbye - #SOLSC Day 23


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.** 

I love working and collaborating with adults as a coach, but when that work allows for interaction with students as well, those are opportunities I savor.

Today was my last day ever in another one of my schools. There have been some state assessments during my time here, but there has also been some wonderful learning. Many of those learning opportunities involved me collaborating with teachers in their classrooms with their students.

Let me share three scenarios that happened on my last day today:

Scene 1 - 3rd Grade

With piano versions of Disney songs quietly playing in the background, a purposeful hum of activity was happening in one writing workshop. The teacher and I were working on refining conferring skills, and we had the privilege to spend time with several students talking about their opinion pieces. As we conferred, we found one teaching point for each child, and they left our table beaming with the confidence of assured writers with a plan. It made my heart sing seeing their pride.

Scene 2 - 3rd Grade

In another classroom, the vibe was a bit more frenetic as students were planning, scripting, practicing, and recording themselves and partners sharing about their favorite books or book series. Though the noise level was higher, the energy and focus were spot on. I spent some time with one specific student who felt stressed to get everything done. He did it, though - he got his script done, practiced it several times, worked on his eye contact, and let me record him until he was happy with the results.
 He looked at me with big eyes after and said, "I made really good eye contact because I didn't have to read the script the whole time. I really knew it!"
His obvious pride in himself made me smile for hours.

Scene 3 - 3rd Grade

This entire year, I have spent much time thinking and collaborating with one teacher, and that work brought me into contact with her students frequently. Today, I swear, my heart just melted.
When they found out it was my last day at their school and I wouldn't be back next year, her students decided they wanted to take a picture with me and put it on their "family" wall - the wall showing pictures of them being a family and community. They also gave me my own small version of the family wall picture on construction paper, and they all signed it. As if that wasn't enough, the entire class wrote thank you notes to me and their teacher bound them into a book.
Heart melt... right?

I have savored all 36 of my years in education. When I try to explain it to non-teachers, they don't always understand. These three scenarios are just 3 of over a bajillion reasons that I love being an educator.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Looking forward to exercise - #SOLSC 3/22/17


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.** 

If you've talked to me, or read my blog posts, in the past six months, you know that retirement feels very bittersweet for me. Saying goodbye to educator friends in my district is going to be difficult. I know I am not done with education by a long shot, but there are so many other possibilities out there for me to discover soon.

I realized the enormity of one possibility this evening. I opened my digital calendar to the week after retirement, and started plugging in some exercise/fitness activities I wanted to start doing that very first week:

  • Monday - walking with a friend
  • Tuesday - strength training
  • Wednesday - slow flow yoga class and walking with a friend
  • Thursday - water aerobics and swimming laps
  • Friday - yoga class
  • Saturday - meet with my trainer
Whoa!! I just planned my entire first week of retirement. That seemed crazy. A conversation began in my head.

It's retirement, Karen. It's not about being on a schedule every day like when you were working full time.
But... I now have the capability of working out in the mornings. You know I tend to not exercise in the afternoon or after.
But every day?!! Doesn't that seem a bit excessive to schedule like that in retirement?
Maybe. But if I schedule it now, maybe it will just become a habit; something I do on any given day.

And then I got really excited about this possibility! I got so excited, I went back into that first week of scheduled exercise, and did some editing - I made each item a repeated weekly event. After awhile, I won't need the schedule (I don't think). But I plan on truly savoring those morning workouts each day, beginning May 29!!

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Music to my ears - #SOLSC 3/21/17


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.** 


I never travel without a book on tape in the car. I'm amazed at how much I can listen to just driving around doing errands and doing my sales.

I love to read with my ears.

They listened to two books on tape - one going down to Florida and one coming home. He said it really made the time pass quickly.

The narrator pronounced his name "Oo-va".

The narrator made this a delightful listen as she used a slow Southern drawl for the characters. 

People all around me were talking about audio books, and how much they enjoyed them. About a year ago, I decided to give it a whirl.

The third snippet above was my husband as we were in the car bound for Hilton Head last spring. He wanted to try it since a couple we knew had tried it and enjoyed it. I loved the idea of sharing a book, so I downloaded the Audible app as we drove, read the books' descriptions to him, as well as the reviews of the narrator. We chose a book, and it was great!! Eleven hours of prime listening.

Since that occasion, I have become addicted to audio books. Like my friend above, I now always have a book on tape in the car. I have extremely short commutes, but it has still been wildly entertaining, even if just for a few minutes some days. I'm so bad, that last night when I dropped my car off for service at the dealership, and got a loaner, I kept my books on CD with me, and remembered what track I was on as I exited one vehicle and got in the next one. The first thing I did after turning on the ignition was to put the CD in and get back to the right track.

In addition to what I have going in the car, I also always have one or two books on my Audible shelf - I listen to these as I take walks or do chores. It truly makes the time pass in such an enjoyable way. I've noticed my walks are longer now that I listen to books as opposed to when I used to listen to music.

I do not do well with auditory processing; I have really had to retrain my brain. There have been many times I have had to skip back because my brain took a mental break, and I missed important plot elements. And as a reader (don't hate me here), it's been a great way to keep me from cheating and reading the ending before I truly was at the end.

I really savor this new form of reading. It is music to my ears.

Monday, March 20, 2017

A good coaching day - #SOLSC 3/21/17


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.** 

"Walk out of your room
beneath the morning sky;
let the sun enter your heart,

and find a way 
to keep it there."

from "Spin a Song" celebrating Rumi by Marjory Wentworth
(Out of Wonder: Poems Celebrating Poets)

Sun entered my heart today, and I plan on keeping it there. Today was a day of coaching sandwiched between state assessment dates that had me celebrating why I love this job so much. 

This was a day teachers and I had the gift of time (and lack of distraction from the state assessment) to dig in deeply to topics that will allow us to refine our practices, and by doing that, help students grow as learners. Some of the conversations I had today: 

1) Met with one teacher to chat about refining her art of conferring.  Planned our work, and then modeled conferring with several students in writing workshop - focused on the following point: "turn an 'almost' into a strength" - thanks to Ruth Ayres for that nugget!! After each conference, had a "turn and talk" with the teacher to focus on what she noticed and further questions.

2) Using ideas from Amplify (Ziemke and Muhtaris) as our resource, helped a teacher develop an outline of a rubric to use with students merging reading, speaking/listening, and technology skills. Students will help define what it means to "achieve" in the categories of the rubric.

3) Met with another teacher to think about how to create a rubric with students to help them with  self-assessment on their reading goals. Made plans to co-teach mini-lessons around this rubric creation for the next three days.

4) Planned future collaboration with yet another teacher. She decided she would like to work on fine-tuning how she assesses students' written work. Independent from each other, she and I will use our district feedback form for informational writing to assess 5 pieces of writing. Then, we will come together, and talk about the similarities and differences in how we assess. And once we calibrate how we assess, the work will spread to the rest of her grade level teammates.

Work like this is so rewarding - the kind of embedded professional development that is a win-win for all stakeholders -- students, teachers, coaches, administrators, parents.  Feeling the "sun in my heart today"and looking forward to savoring the next eight weeks with more of this type of professional development!

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Great Girls' Day! - #SOLSC Day 19


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.** 

Today was a great day. I went to a baby shower.

To get to the baby shower, my oldest daughter came to our house, and we drove together. There were many threads of conversation in the car for 40 minutes.

I'm sorry I was running late; I was having a bad hair day and I couldn't figure out my outfit and accessories.
I think your hair looks great.
Are you getting excited for vacation?
I'm so proud of you for your promotion at work.

And then we picked up two more passengers. My aunts (my mom's sisters) were invited to the shower, and I offered to stop in their town and pick them up since they lived on the route to the shower. More threads of conversation filled the car.

Have you heard anything about your parents' tombstone?
How has your therapy been going?
I miss your dad and mom so much.
How are your grandkids?
How do you like living in Grandview? How is your sister doing?
Did you know they were adding a bedroom on to their house at the lake?
What kind of car is this? It rides so smoothly.

Once at the shower, the celebration was all about my niece, Jen, and her baby. So many family and friends gathered to "shower" them both with gifts and love. It was a thing of beauty, and I'm so glad I got to be a participant. And watching Jen's emotions as she saw my aunts climb the stairs brought tears to my eyes - for her, they were a representative of the one grandmother who wasn't with us anymore, but through them, she was there in spirit.

Back in the car for the two hour drive home, and more time with three of my favorite females. Threads of conversation filled the car again.

This day was about love, family, threads of conversation, missing my mom and dad, celebrating a new person entering our lives soon, and caring for one another.

Today was a great day. I went to a baby shower.

Jen, Aunt Bert, Aunt Florence


Aunt Florence, Aunt Bert, Kate, and me

Kate and me

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Pivotal point in my career - #SOLSC Day 18



I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the yearSAVOR.** 

***And I apologize to any reader who has heard the story embedded in this post before, but this story changed my professional life forever. As I reflect back on a 36 year career, this story is worth telling one more time.***

What was one of the pivotal points of your career?

My trainer asked me this question during our training session today. We had been talking about my retirement, and her question, coming as I was doing a variety of arm exercises, felt like it came out of left field. But I was able to respond immediately.

The summer I came to Dublin, and was assigned to teach fourth grade. I moved in across the hall from a teacher who was new to Dublin as well. At our first meeting  after the usual pleasantries, she asked me if I had ever heard of writing workshop, Donald Graves, or Lucy Calkins. My reply to her was a triple no; I had heard of none of those. So she handed me two books she had read about writing workshop and asked if I would read them, and think about them with her. My love for workshop and really learning more about the art of teaching began then, in August of 1986.

There have been other pivotal points in my career, but I truly believe that all the other moments would not have happened had Mary Lee Hahn not moved in across the hall from me in August of 1986.

Our first exchange shaped the arc of my professional career for the 31 years I have taught in Dublin. It began with that conversation, but morphed into so much more.

Hey, I had the best lesson in writing workshop today. Do you have time to chat so I can share and process what happened?

Oh my gosh. My mini-lesson flopped today. Can I run it by you?

I'm trying to think of how to help this writer. Would you mind taking a look at her writing with me?

I've been acquiring all these poetry books, and I have enough now to devote one entire bookcase to them. How cool is that?!! 
(Now anyone who knows ML at all, knows this last comment was definitely her! The rest of the comments could have been either of us on any given day.)

For the two years we were on the same 4th grade team, we were in each other's rooms before school, at planning, and after school, working on the art and craft of our teaching, especially in regards to literacy. I lost track of how many professional books were purchased and read during our time together at Deer Run.

Our relationship was the standard to which I have held all future collegial, collaborative relationships.

I hope that, at some point, I have been able to give the gift of professionalism and caring about the art of teaching literacy to someone else, the same way Mary Lee gave it to me. Because it truly is a gift that I have been savoring for a lifetime.

The first two professional books ML introduced to me.






Friday, March 17, 2017

Vacation Reading Piles Begin - #SOLSC Day 17


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


I came home and was having a totally chill Friday night - reading, binge watching Parenthood on Netflix, and catching the ends of some NCAA tournament games. The next thing I knew, I looked at the clock and it was 11:17 PM. And for several moments, I contemplated not posting today.

And then I glanced beside the TV, and I realized the topic for tonight: stockpiling for vacation reading. My book stack was piled high. It is so fun gathering books for a trip. It's gotten even more enjoyable as audio books have become part of our trip. So many choices, so little time:

  • Library books - ones I've reserved and others I found on the "new book" shelves. Some seem like worthy literature; others pure fun.
  • Audio books - Some cassettes from the library and more titles on my Audible app. My husband and I have really come to enjoy listening to a book together as we drive. I also have a book on Audible that will be my walking on the beach book; something I will enjoy, but I'm pretty sure my husband would not.
  • Book club book - My book club has decided to read the latest Fannie Flagg book for our next book club. That book had to come with me for sure.
  • Kindle books - I preordered some books awhile ago, which are waiting on the Kindle.
What a fun dilemma to have! I can't possibly read all of these and still enjoy the rest of our vacation together. But what wonderful choices to have!! My goal is to have the pile of books (which still has time to grow) winnowed down to what will fit in my library bag only. It's nice that the Kindle takes so  little space!


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Dear Fit Bit - #SOLSC Day 16


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


Dear Fit Bit,

I have a bone to pick with you. You are making me look bad.

See, I've been writing a lot about my fitness lately - how the language of yoga keeps me centered, and how strong I've become with the guidance of my trainer, Tami. I thought you would be the final piece of the puzzle to help me achieve my fitness goals.

And, the kicker of being mad at you is that I wanted you so much! I dropped hints to my daughters and my husband over and over at Christmas time that you would be the perfect gift. Then, a week before Christmas, I was worried they would go rogue and get something else for me, so I purchased one of your siblings for myself - you know the waterproof, could-wear-it-swimming, and even-wear-it-as-a-necklace sibling? But, lo and behold, YOU were one of my presents under the tree.

I kept you and returned your sibling. I went online, figured out how to set you up, and we were set to go. You and I were going to make one heck of a team! Imagine the 10,000 steps I would be taking each and every day, the 90 ounces of water I would drink daily, and the 5 days I would spend in alternative aerobic and strengthening exercises as well!

Since January, you have been the only accessory on my wrist; all bracelets have disappeared in my quest to reach these 3 simple goals with you. Having you on my wrist was a symbol to all - hey look at that lady! She's got it going on with all the steps she's getting everyday.

But here's the deep, dark secret that only you and I know...
We have not achieved One. Single. Goal.
Not even One. Day.
Or One. Single. Week.

But I forgive you. I'm an optimist by nature, but I just want you to know I'm watching you, and hope that when we head down to Hilton Head soon, we can seriously work on at least our first goal of 10,000 steps (ok, I know I am fibbing here; I really set what I thought was more realistic at 8,000 steps). And then this summer, when we begin retirement and our golden years together, we are going to get in some serious steps each and every day, right?

So, to clarify, I'm not breaking up with you. But I just want to make it clear that I'm not savoring our relationship right now, and I'm putting you on warning that I expect a "bit" better in the future.

Sincerely,
Me



Wednesday, March 15, 2017

First Central Ohio friends - #SOLSC Day 15


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


When I first moved to Columbus, I had two friends from college who lived here with their husbands, but I really didn't have any other female friends. Tonight I'm thinking about the first two adult friends I made Columbus my new home.

Sue and Terri

Sue and I taught in the same school district. We also had mutual friends from the college we attended.
She introduced me to her sister, Terri, and the three of us got along swimmingly. I eventually began driving out to their side of town, so we could attend aerobics class together (Jackie Sorenson was popular back then). On Saturdays after aerobics, we started going to lunch.

As we got to know each other, we became:

  • "going to dinner and a movie" friends
  • "bar-hopping" friends
  • "attending parties" friends
  • "planning for the trip and then going to Jamaica" friends
Now, we are friends that only get together once a year for lunch during the winter. Several Saturdays ago, we had our annual lunch. It was delightful, no shortage of conversation as we caught up on lives and children.

Which left me wondering - if I savored my time with Sue and Terri as young adults, and still adore our annual get-togethers, then why in the heck are we now just "once a year" friends? I think I need to remedy that!!





Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Things I Won't Miss #1 - #SOLSC Day 14


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


Twenty-six eager 3rd grade learners...
  • spent time the last few weeks studying assessment literacy
  • practiced writing about a variety of reading prompts
  • knew the tools that would help them for navigating online assessments
  • entered their classroom this morning with shoulders set
  • got computers out, logged in, and were ready to go
BEGIN THE TEST.

Twenty-six 3rd grade learners...
  • eight and nine year olds trying their best to perform
  • for some, reality hit
  • realized some of the online tools they had practiced with did not function on the test today
  • shoulders began to slump
  • frustration set in 
  • not everyone finished
  • some had tears
My heart felt sad for these wonderful third grade learners. I will not be savoring the feeling I had as I helped proctor the first day of the state assessment.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Things I Will Miss #2 - #SOLSC Day 13


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


As I move forward to that official retirement date, I have been thinking of those things I'll miss after retirement. From time to time during the month, I may be sharing some of those with you. Thanks for humoring me.

Tonight I find myself thinking about snow days.
I will miss snow days.

The anticipation...
Checking weather.com every 10 minutes when a storm is coming
Watching the evening news on every station until I hear the prediction I really want.
Joking with students about ice in the toilet and pjs inside out
Talking to colleagues about what to take home so I wouldn't jinx the snow

The actual snow day...
The call or text saying school is closed, and the elation that follows
An entire day free with the only item on the "to do" list - shovel the driveway
Long walks on fresh fallen snow when the world is hushed
Grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch
Curling up and reading in front of the fire

My reality tonight...
My hope as I approached retirement this year was that I would have one final snow day to savor and enjoy. The weather forecasters got me pretty excited for the possibilities of Stella, but I think I'll have to wait until next winter when I can pretend that every day is a "snow day" if I want. ;)



Sunday, March 12, 2017

In and out (Take 2) - #SOLSC Day 12


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


Author's note: I read somewhere (I think in Georgia Heard's brilliant book, The Revision Toolbox) that a great revision strategy is to pull a line or two from something you've already written, and begin a new piece with those lines. I thought I would give it a shot - I have pulled two lines from yesterday's post to begin today's slice of life.

In and out
In and out

My yoga instructor's voice was a constant reminder
telling us all to breathe during our time together this morning.

Breathe all the way in, and at the top...
sip in just a little bit more air.

Switching from noticing our breathing to deepening each breath.
Settling into a zone of breathing and being aware of body positions.

Stay for the exhale.

A gentle reminder to not shortchange this cycle of breathing.

Listen to your body.
Make it feel good and juicy.

Clarifying the need to practice yoga at your level;
don't be concerned about what others can or cannot do.

Root to rise.

The importance of keeping our feet firmly on the ground,
rooted to the earth as we flow through our postures.

Let outside thoughts go and
Still your mind

Staying in the present, thinking only of the breath and the postures and the flow.

Namaste

Ending our time together by appreciating the spirit in each other.

......

As I reflect back on our class, the yoga instructor's words continue to guide my thinking and actions. I think there are many wise life lessons in those words for me to contemplate.






Saturday, March 11, 2017

"You is strong" - #SOLSC Day 11


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


"You is kind. You is smart. You is important."

This quote from The Help is one of favorite movie quotes. It's a message with importance for so many people. But for me, it brings to mind my trainer, Tami.

Every Saturday morning, I work out with Tami. Through her actions each week, she sends me the above messages, plus one more: "You is strong."

When I first met Tami two and a half years ago, I felt anything but strong. My mom was having health problems, my dad wasn't in great health himself, I was traveling back and forth from my home to my hometown frequently to check on them, I was exhausted (both physically and mentally), and I felt incredibly out of shape.

A month after I started training with Tami, my mom died, and I pretty much fell apart. I got through the holiday season, but January came and I couldn't pull myself out of the deep funk I was in. But no matter how much I didn't want to, on the day I was supposed to see Tami, I got in my car and drove the 25 minutes to get there.

Tami took it easy on me for the month after Mom died. We did core exercises, and some simple arm and leg work. During the hours we were together, I would just burst into tears at random times. But she always kept me working, even if not at an intense level.

Tami gave me one month to grieve, and then one Saturday she said, "I know you're not feeling strong inside right now, but I am going to help you feel strong physically." And she did.

That Saturday, she put me at the leg press machine for the first time, and had me leg press a significant amount of weight. I forgot to cry. I was mesmerized by the piston actions of my legs. In and out. In and out. I could do it, and I felt strong. It raised my heart rate and my temperature which added to the feeling of strength. I cried when she stretched me out that day, but the tears came with a sense of gratitude that she had helped me get what my body so desperately needed.

It's two years later now. I joke with Tami that in our hour together, there are only about 15 minutes I really enjoy. The other 45 are the ones I do because she says it's good for me; not because I want to.

But it must be working. Every week, Tami names another area in which my body is getting stronger.  A month ago, she told me that my workout had so much power in it, it made her want to work out herself for a second time that day. Two weeks ago, she said my leg work was a thing of beauty. Last week, she called me a hard-core athlete.

With two years behind us, I can now say confidently: I AM STRONG.

Thank you, Tami for helping me strengthen my body, which allowed me to strengthen my spirit, my mind, and my heart. I savor our time on Saturdays together.

Friday, March 10, 2017

Friday night happiness - #SOLSC Day 10


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


Savoring the feeling of Friday night happiness:
Decompressing after a day of learning with coaching colleagues
Ensconced in my favorite chair
Legs supported by an ottoman
Sunlight streaming through windows
Flames from the fireplace sending waves of warmth
Laptop resting on my lap
As inspiration for writing arrives


Savoring the feeling of Friday night happiness:
The starting point of the weekend
When all events lie ahead
And we anticipate the delights of things to come:
Dinner plans with friends tonight
Laughter, conversation, and good food
A couples shower on Saturday evening
Celebrating two lives coming together


Savoring the feeling of Friday night happiness:
Beginning to plan the weekend "to do" list 
Knowing none of those items are meant for right now
Excited to be with my trainer tomorrow
Working on both physical and mental strength
Followed by gentle yoga on Sunday
Decompressing the work done on Saturday
Celebrating the addition of light Sunday evening
As clocks "spring ahead" Sunday morn


Savoring the feeling of Friday night happiness...





Thursday, March 9, 2017

Things I'll Miss #1 - #SOLSC Day 9


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


As I move forward to that official retirement date, I have been thinking of those things I'll miss after retirement. From time to time during the month, I may be sharing some of those with you. Thanks for humoring me.

Tonight after school, I took part in one of the two book studies I facilitate each month. As I drove to the school that was hosting, I couldn't help but reflect on all the ways I will miss these book studies.

I will miss our actual gatherings:

  • The time to come together with colleagues from different buildings to build personal and professional relationships.
  • Each "host" providing an after-school snack; it adds to the relaxed structure and camaraderie of our time together.
  • The sharing of ideas that takes place during each conversation - thoughtful, collaborative, encouraging, and reflective.
  • The ways we keep student growth and learning at the forefront of our conversations.
  • The honesty in the ways we look at ourselves when thinking about refining our instructional practices.

And I will also miss the preparation for the study groups:
  • Reading and rereading the assigned pages before the meeting.
  • Marking the text as I read to hold on to "can't miss" ideas
  • Searching for the right video clip, blog post, or snippet to complement the focus of the month.
  • Laying out an agenda to help propel our thinking forward.
  • Reflecting on how this professional read has real-life applications in our work.
  • Responding to the reflections on our shared Google doc - our "conversation" outside of our actual face to face time.
I will miss these conversations and the collegiality. I plan to savor each book study experience between now and May 25! 




Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Love our closet! - #SOLSC Day 8



I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**

Since moving to our current home in 1996, my husband has had the clothing that fits his 6'4" frame confined to exactly one quarter of our walk-in closet. Hardly equitable, I know.

For the twenty-one years we have lived here, the biggest thing on his home "to-do" wish list has been to have a closet organizing company come out and redo our closet. I could not see the need for it; after all, I owned 3/4 of the closet real estate. I had the space I needed.

But when we made the decision to redo our master bathroom, I caved. I realized our closet didn't meet his needs, but that's not why I said go ahead. My decision to go ahead with the closet was purely selfish (once again). If we were going to have the dust and mess of construction with the bathroom, I wanted to have the closet done at the same time. Just get 'er all done.

If it made my husband happy, that was great, but for me this closet would be no big deal. In fact, I was pretty sure I would lose territory, but since we're empty nesters, I could just use one of the other closets.

Well, the joke was on me, because...

I. ABSOLUTLEY. LOVE. OUR. CLOSET.

The bathroom was my "pet" project, but by far, my favorite part of the remodel is our closet. I may have less wall space in the closet, but because it is in a more efficient design, everything works. My husband is thrilled, and I'm ecstatic.

Ways I'm savoring our redesigned closet:

  • I finally got rid of every item I hadn't worn in the last 5 years. It fit in an embarrassing amount of trash bags and went to Goodwill, and in some cases, to the garbage. Having to weed out my clothes was truly a lightening experience.
  • I actually put away my clothes in the space they are intended to go. How refreshing it is to not have piles of things on the floor of the closet or stacked on my dresser after laundry day. Every item has a "home". 
  • I am a scarf person, and I have 2 dedicated drawers for scarves.
  • I love having "like" clothing together; it feels so organized.
  • I walk into the closet just for the heck of it sometimes because it makes me so happy.
  • And I love how happy my husband is that he got to check this "to do" item off his home list.






Tuesday, March 7, 2017

A love story in 5 acts - #SOLSC Day 7



I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**


A love story in 5 acts...

Act 1 - Childhood (family reunion)

Girl pulling the Pepsi from the trashcan full of ice and soda pop. Condensation rolling down the sides of the glass bottle. Opening it with a bottle opener. Tilting her head back, and drinking the ice cold Pepsi.
AAHHH... That's a bit of heaven on a hot, humid summer day.

Act 2 - College (dorm room)

College friends brewing coffee in their rooms to start their days, or stumbling to the cafeteria to get that first jolt of caffeine they needed after studying or partying all night long. One lone student choosing a different route. Every night, methodically prepping for the first drink of the next day. Styrofoam ice bucket in hand, traipsing down to the ice machine. Filling the bucket with ice, then heading back to the dorm room. Opening the closet, taking out 1 Pepsi can, and depositing it smack-dab in the middle of the bucket to chill in the ice during the night for her dose of morning caffeine.
AAHHH.. What a wonderful way to start the day.

Act 3 - Young Adult (on the phone)

Where would you like to go for dinner tonight?
A question asked often by friends.
Anyplace is fine with me... as long as they have Pepsi products.
AAHHH.. The simple pleasures of life.

Act 4 - Adulthood (movie theater)

Friends going to a movie, and making the prerequisite stop at the snack bar. Ordering a small popcorn, and a medium Coke. Heading to the fountain drink station, merely to fill the cup with ice, and not just some ice; ice all the way to the top of the cup. One friend, pulling a Pepsi out of her purse once inside the darkened theater, and pouring it over the ice.
AAHHH... Movie popcorn and ice cold Pepsi while watching a great movie.

Act 5 - Adulthood (any restaurant)

Waitress comes to the table.
What can I get you all to drink?
Everyone at the table chimes in with their order. One person remains.
I'll have a Pepsi with LOTS of ice, please.
AAHHH... An ice cold Pepsi with delicious food.

**Author's note: Cathy suggested that I had multiple slices hiding in my post about my cousins yesterday. I spent some time thinking about it, and realized she was right. For today, I focused on my love for that trashcan full of soda pop on ice. I think my love affair with Pepsi began at those reunions.
And unlike some, who went with Diet soda when it was available, for better or worse, I've always been a regular Pepsi fan. My absolute favorite way to drink Pepsi is when it is chillingly cold. I think I can trace that back to my reunion days as well.
So, there you have it, a few acts in my love story with Pepsi. I savor every sip!











Monday, March 6, 2017

Cousins - #SOLSC Day 6


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

**This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.**

Wanda would have been so happy.

Wanda is my mom, and she died a little over two years ago. Family meant everything to her, and she worked hard at passing that love of family along to my brother and me.

Mom came from a family of eleven brothers and sisters. They didn't have many material things, but they always had each other. The eleven has now been whittled down to three - two sisters and one brother remain, but the memories of the love in our family will stay with us forever.

Childhood memories of family reunions -
  • hugs to say hi
  • huge softball games complete with uncles doing a great deal of trash talking
  • large garbage cans filled with ice and pop
  • homemade ice cream so cold it would surely give us each a brain freeze
  • tables and tables of delicious food
  • another round of hugs to say goodbye

Childhood memories of going visiting at cousins' houses -
  • hugs to say hi
  • hanging out in the haylofts
  • driving the tractors
  • helping my cousin with her sheep at the Logan County Fair
  • playing hide and seek in the different rooms at the motel my uncle and aunt owned
  • always food
  • another round of hugs to say goodbye

Adult memories -
  • our wedding where our family claims the first Wallace cousins' party began
  • future cousins' parties with dancing, laughter, favorite beverages, and tables of delicious food
  • boat rides on the lake
  • dinners gathered around each others' tables
  • grieving together for departed loved ones more times than we would like
  • the cousins' party reinstated this past summer at my brother's house
  • hugs to say hi and another round of hugs to say goodbye

This past Saturday night memories -
  • reached out to some cousins via text : We are free this Saturday. Is anyone free to meet us at the Mexican restaurant?
  • Yes. Yes. Yes.
  • the service was not great
  • the food was just okay
  • but many new stories were told and other stories were retold
  • there was lots of laughter
  • and even a few tears
  • and love, lots and lots of love, at the table
  • many more memories to savor and add to the bank
  • hugs to say hi and another round of hugs to say goodbye
Wanda would have been so happy.


Uncle Carroll*, Uncle Harold*, Uncle Albert*, Uncle Bill*, Uncle Roy
Aunt Florence, Aunt Martha*, Mom (Wanda)*, Aunt Bert, Aunt Mary Evelyn*
missing: Aunt Katherine*
(*gone, but most definitely not forgotten)


**Author's note: When I began writing today, I had one direction, and then this picture and my emotions took me somewhere else. Thanks for stopping here today to read my journey. 
In addition to savoring these family memories, I realized that my cousins are another writing territory for me; I've written about them before.  It's fun to read pieces I've written on the same topic, but approached in different ways.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Dinner Dishes: The Saga - #SOLSC Day 5


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.

We got married in 1985, and the dinner dishes we received as wedding presents were a beautiful blue Pfaltzgraf pattern. I loved those dishes!

I still loved the Pfaltzgraf  dishes in 1995.

By 2005, I was getting a bit tired of the pattern, but didn't have the energy to do anything about it, except just look at what was available when I was browsing in stores. Buying an entire new set of dishes with matching serving platters seemed like a lot of unnecessary money, especially as we were getting ready to start paying for college tuition.

In 2010, I was ready to get rid of the Pfaltzgraf. After all, these dishes had served us well for 25 years. Certainly, it would be ok to move on. During a trip to Ikea, I found some plates that might work, and I bought a set of four. I didn't love them, but we liked the color, we liked their shape, and they were easy to take care of. We were empty nesters so four sets of dishes seemed like enough for the two of us. Life was good for awhile.

2014 - I was at Macy's buying my niece's wedding shower gift, and she had registered for a lovely Noritake pattern. I thought to myself - this is it! This is the pattern I want for our daily dishes. So I bought a set of four for yet another test run. The first week we had them, I broke a bowl, and cracked a dinner plate; the sales lady had told me they were almost impossible to break. I didn't have the heart to replace the bowl and the plate just to break them again, so I kept my mismatched Ikea and Noritake dish sets, and worked with that.

It's now 2017. We just purchased a new kitchen table, and instead of settling for mismatched dishes anymore, I have been actively looking for the "right" dish set to go with this new table. Today, I found myself again buying a wedding shower gift; this time for a friend's son and his fiance at Crate and Barrel. I've always loved that store, and can spend hours just browsing, but today I did a little more than that. I brought home another pattern for a test drive. I like every single thing about these plates so far. Fingers crossed!

Stay tuned... Hopefully, by next Saturday, the dish saga will reach its conclusion: we will love using the plates this week, and I will head back to Crate and Barrel to purchase an entire set of dishes and platters.
And when that happens, I plan to savor every moment of using those dishes since it's taken me 7 years to figure it out!



Saturday, March 4, 2017

The annual spring mission - #SOLSC Day 4



I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.

"Karen, it's freezing out! Why in the world are you leaving the house in flip-flops?!! And isn't it snowing?!!"

My husband's words penetrated my consciousness, but I shrugged them off. I was on a spring mission.

Thursday night was my annual spring pedicure; the pedicure that occurs after my feet have been ignored for quite some time throughout the winter, and now need a lot of TLC (and a fresh coat of paint on the toes). So off I went outside in the snow no matter what my husband thought.

As I drove to the salon, the snow squalls that had been occurring, increased in intensity. When I walked from my car to the front doors of the salon, my head and coat (and toes and feet) were covered in snow. I entered at the same time as a gentleman, and he took one look at my flip-flop clad, snow-covered feet, and gave me a glance that clearly said, "You are crazy, lady!"

His disdainful look penetrated my consciousness, but I shrugged it off. I was on a spring mission.

I walked upstairs, and that is where the magic happened. Feet immersed in a very warm whirlpool bath. Back massaged from top to bottom by the comfy chair. Feet and legs massaged for what seemed like hours. Toenails painted a pretty pink color.

I savored every heavenly moment.

Spring mission accomplished.

I am also joining Ruth and the #Celebratelu group today as I celebrate spring and an amazing pedicure. 

**Author's note: I realize that pedicures must be part of my writing territories. I looked back and noticed that pedicures have been one of my slices every year I've participated in #SOLSC. Thanks for indulging me. ;)





Friday, March 3, 2017

A phone call - #SOLSC Day 3


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.

Brinng! Brinng!

I dislike phone calls. I'm not a great multi-tasker, so when I get a phone call, I have to sit down in one place and be very focused on the person on the other end of the phone and their words. As my cell phone rang this time, I looked at my screen and saw that it was my friend, Lisa.

She never calls me. I quickly sat down on the couch and answered.

"What's up?! Is everything ok?!" were the first words out of my mouth.

"Yes, everything is fine. We just hadn't talked for awhile, so I wanted to touch base."

An hour later, we wrapped up our conversation with our typical closing ritual.

"Talk to you soon. Love you."
"Love you, too."

I had spent an hour sitting on my couch, doing nothing at all except talking to Lisa, and it was the best hour of my day.

We had talked about:

  • her travel plans to Florida with her husband to visit family
  • my travel plans to Hilton Head with my husband for spring break
  • my future travel plans next winter to a warmer climate (and wouldn't it be great if she and her husband came to visit!)
  • our children and what was happening in their lives
  • her grandchildren and how darling they are
  • recipes
  • our plans for what we can do together when I retire (she's already there!)
An hour's worth of sitting on the couch. 
An hour's worth of conversation and friendship.

I dislike phone calls.
But I love this friend!



**Author's note - You know how sometimes things dovetail in unexpected ways? That's how I felt about this moment. That same day, Ann Marie Corgill had shared a link written by a friend of hers titled "Would You Rather Be Liked Online or Loved in Person?" It's a great read and thought-provoking.
I love my online friends and connectedness, but the in-person, or in this case, telephone call with a dear friend, means so much!!






Thursday, March 2, 2017

Bullet Journal Joy - #SOLSC Day 2


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.

I recently discovered the joys and unbelievable organizational assistance of a Bullet Journal. It was designed for people like me who try to get organized, but end up with lists everywhere, and can't always remember where the necessary list for the moment is. Today's post is celebrating this new organizational tool:


Lists and lists and lists


Before...
could be found on post-its, on jot pads,
on notepads and notebooks, in my calendar
on the counter, in my purse, in my schoolbag, 
on my steering wheel, on the door to the garage
and in some cases, not found at all

Needed my lists...
to stay organized
to help remember
(think of idea / forget to write it down / it's gone...)

Needed a better system...
discovered the Bullet Journal

Mentor texts that got me started...
Kate Messner's blog post
Bullet journal's website and videos
You-Tube clips on ways to use the bullet journal

Fresh start to organization each month...
just turned page yesterday to organize 
for March and beyond 

Brought me joy...
as I filled in my new
monthly calendar
daily to-dos
yearly planning
exercise log
books to read log
clothes I have worn log
table of contents for these new sections

Savoring... 
the organization of each page
every time a "to do" bullet gets checked off
adding new sections when they are needed
(a "places I want to travel" will be coming soon!)
organization for both my personal and professional lives
the creative feel and look of using colored pens
yet my fave Ticonderoga #2 makes an appearance also
having all my lists in one place

Ahhhh...








Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Thank you to my coaching colleagues - #SOLSC Day 1


I love March, when during the Slice of Life Challenge, I commit to writing on a daily basis. It's fun during 31 days of posts to watch the ebb and flow of my writing. Some days I'll be incredibly pleased with how a post turned out; other days I'll just be glad I posted anything at all. A huge thanks to the gang at Two Writing Teachers for hosting, organizing, and commenting on this ginormous event each year. I appreciate the community of writers you encourage the entire month of March, and all the Tuesdays the rest of the year. Thank you, thank you.

This March, I plan to connect as many posts as possible to my #OLW for the year - SAVOR.


"You can do this."

"No, it's beautiful out, and I don't want to participate today."

"I'm telling you, you will regret not going in. This is going to be a fantastic day of learning."

"I'm tired, and a little bit cranky, and don't feel like I will be invested in a productive day. I think I should just head home."

BEEP! BEEP!

A car horn interrupted the warring voices in my head, as I sat in the parking lot trying to decide whether or not I was really up for the Dublin Literacy conference this past Saturday. The horn interruption came from two of my coaching colleagues, Brooke and Heather. I looked up and saw their smiling faces drive by, and park down the row from me - I realized seeing those faces was a sign of which voice to listen.

How lucky I was to see those faces and smiles at that moment. I quieted the voices in my head, turned off my car, and headed into the conference with them, and I'm so glad I did!! (It was one of my favorite Dublin Literacy conferences ever - more on that soon!)

As the day progressed, I reflected on how much these colleagues have meant to me, both personally and professionally, these past three years I have been an intermediate literacy coach.

Three years ago... I had no more than a surface knowledge of their names; I truly didn't know either of these individuals at all. How far we have come since then! And how fortunate I am because of it!

Three years ago... one of those colleagues was a 3rd grade teacher in a building I was assigned. Every coaching cycle I came to her building, we engaged in reflective and collegial conversations about how to grow readers and writers. I know I learned from our conversations and collaborative work together, and hopefully, she learned a little as well. Two years ago, she interviewed for, and became, another intermediate literacy coach in our district, and I was thrilled to know our learning together would be continuing.

Three years ago... the other face in the car Saturday morning was entering her second year as an intermediate coach as the rest of our literacy group was beginning at Year 1. In addition to her coaching assignment at her building, she also gives reading support to students. Time and time again, over the past 3 years, I have relied on her experience and skill sets to help me think through tricky reading situations in which the classroom teacher and I got stuck on "next steps" for specific students. And I have trusted, and tried to emulate, her reflective look at deconstructing standards with teachers to make them more manageable.

These ladies have been colleagues that I treasure for their inquisitiveness, their knowledge, their reflective natures, their willingness to collaborate and share, and so much more.

But if your peek below the surface of our professional relationship, you find people who have become friends. Those colleagues/friends who:

  • laugh together - much laughter as we first learned the ins and outs of sharing Google Docs with one another (trust me on this one!)
  • share the good and the bad in our lives when the need arises
  • enjoy eating and sharing the same type of pizza - Ryan's Inferno - when we visit a local pizzeria
  • stay connected through Google hangouts, emails, and texts
  • borrow each other's clothing (well, the truth of it is, I was asked by one of them one time, and it was a scarf - kind of a one size fits all, but still!!)
So, as I spent Saturday learning and talking and reflecting with these smart women, it comes as no surprise that with their "BEEP! BEEP!" in the parking lot that morning, they lifted me up once again.

I will continue to savor our relationships as both colleagues and friends for as long as I can!


**Author's note - These two coaches lifted me up Saturday, but for the past 3 years, all of these other incredible women have lifted me up as colleagues as well as we embraced literacy coaching together. And on a very personal note, they were all there for me during the year my parents died within seven months of each other.

  • Josie, 
  • Lisa, 
  • Lynsey, 
  • Gayle, 
  • Mandy, 
  • Gretchen, 
  • Rita, 
  • and Jill. 
Thank you all so very much!! Words can never express how very grateful I am to be part of such an amazing, powerful, reflective, caring, and smart group of women. It has been a true blessing.