This post is part of the weekly Slice of Life challenge from Two Writing Teachers. Check them out! My fourth-grade class today started out with a confession and an apology. Let me explain. Last week, I had an AMAZING lesson plan all ready for my kids. We had been examining art, pinpointing interesting details, and articulating theContinue reading “Slice of Life Tuesday: On Do-Overs”
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Slice of Life Tuesday: Learning to Unlearn
“Sometimes the difference between fiction and nonfiction is messy. And the only way we can REALLY tell is to look at the text itself: titles, pages, back matter, dust jackets. “
Slice of Life Tuesday: Gamifying Reading
How can we get kids to stop and talk about text? Here’s what I did to get them rolling.
Slice of Life Tuesday: All of the Things
To a writer, poems, thoughts and images collect and roll around like marbles…
Slice of Life Tuesday: An Ode to the Sticky Note
Sticky notes have ALWAYS been one of my favorite tools. Still counting the ways…
Slice of Tuesday: Welcome 5782
Holiday traditions new and old…sweeter than honey…
Slice of Life Tuesday: Another Sort of Slice
When a girl wants to write a blog post but can’t handle another minute in front of the computer screen…
Slice of Life Tuesday: At the Edge
This post is part of the weekly Slice of Life challenge from Two Writing Teachers. Check them out! Next week I return to school, and I’ve been trying to articulate my feelings about it. I’m squished between a lot of emotions, and I thought this poem might reflect some of those thoughts… At the Edge of School,Continue reading “Slice of Life Tuesday: At the Edge”
Slice of Life Tuesday: Life, in Metaphor
This post is part of the weekly Slice of Life challenge from Two Writing Teachers. Check them out! Yesterday I had a GREAT idea for a blog post. I was starting to craft it in my head as I always do, until I got sidetracked. Fast forward to this morning, when I got up and could notContinue reading “Slice of Life Tuesday: Life, in Metaphor”
Slice of Life Tuesday: Letters to Mrs. Levin
How is it possible to spend the last year and a half seeing one another only through a bunch of pixellated boxes, yet still come out of the experience so tight-knit?
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 