When you're ready, I'll be waiting.....

In the book, I’m in Charge of Celebrations. by Bryd Baylor, she talks about creating celebrations. It begins like this…..

“Sometimes people ask me, ‘aren’t you lonely out there with just desert around you?’ I guess they mean the bear grass and the yuccas and the cactus and the rocks. I guess they mean the deep ravines and the hawk nests in the cliffs and the coyote trails that wind across the hills. ‘Lonely?’ I can’t help laughing when they ask me that. I always look at them…..surprised. And I say. ‘How can I be lonely?’ I’m in charge of celebrations. Sometimes they don’t believe me but it’s true. I am. I put myself in charge. I choose my own.”

Though I discovered this book twenty one years ago when I was just beginning my journey as a teacher, still today, I find myself returning to its pages time and time again.

Once upon a time like my friend Karen, at an age she is now, I, too, ventured far from the place I called home. At the time, I was fortunate to learn alongside a diverse group of first graders who lived in the middle of the desert. It was one of those experiences that I carry with me.

One morning at the beginning of the school year, we ventured out into the desert which was our playground. In each of our hands was a sacred stone, a gift from the earth. We formed a circle amidst the cactus and the yucca. Then, we spent the morning telling stories to one another: those small moments that mattered. As each story unfolded the keeper of the stone placed it in the center forming a smaller circle to our own. When all these stones placed concentrically were returned to the earth, we joined hands and thanked each other. A celebration of sorts and as Byrd so simply put: “I put myself in charge. I choose my own.”

A Cree storyteller once said that…..
"…..stories are beings. You invite them to live with you. They’ll teach you what they know in return for being a good host. When they’re ready to move on, they’ll let you know. Then you pass them on to someone else."

Where are the stories in your life? When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting…..until next time-Teach

Shadow sketches of a life: my life.....

Sometimes a photograph placed in ones hand sparks a memory long ago forgotten and over the miles and miles of roads that I have traveled, an image resonates that can’t be freed until it is written on the page. A photograph contained within a scrapbook is one of many artifacts of a life created by a mother who gathered these treasures for all of her children.

Across the street on Prospect Hill, a white house stood next to a big red barn. And inside that white house eighteen of us posed in the back room of Mrs. Coffey’s home at the age of five. Interestingly enough, I remember all but two. A by-product of what happens when you live your kid-life in the same northern town.

The white house next to be big red barn is where we went to “school” and though the details of this time are shadow sketches, there are glimpses of what I know to be true.

In that same room where the photograph was taken, right before you entered the enclosed back porch was “the bright red chair”. Now that was something special, or it was believed to be at the time. It was the place of honor and Patty, Mitchell, Dean, Laurie, Nancy and Dolores; Keith, Randy Margaret and Karen; John, Paul, Lauren, Jane, Rhonda and Theresa wanted to be sitting there.

I’m sure I had my chance.

Some things never change. In my house, I, too, have a favorite chair that I sit in to write the shadow sketches of a life: my life. What about you? .....until next time-Teach.

R.E.A.C.H.: Responsibility + high Expectations (followed by Action)- Consequences = Hope

On my way back home on Friday down the road with more traffic lights than I can count, I called a friend of mine expecting only to leave a message. When she picked up on the fifth ring, I was pleasantly surprised. Originally, my intention was to have a short conversation concerning our travels to the same city at the end of October. Instead, it lasted well over the ½ hour mark. However, this made the slow moving traffic seemingly go a little faster because I was in good company. We bounced from one topic to another with her sharing thoughts about her consultative work with classroom teachers in the middle and high school and I with my work with academic coaches. Interestingly enough as I thought about it later, which I often do after the conversations have ended, there seemed to be common threads that connected our stories together as our talk came full circle.

And as I sit at my writing desk looking out over my deck as the sun shines through the blinds on this early Sunday morning, I am reminded of an earlier time in my life when R. E. A. C. H. played out. I don’t recall how old we were but I do remember the characters in the play: my two brothers and I; my sister and JC; Mrs. G. and my mom. You see, there was a woman at the end of Prospect Street who we perceived as mean, and therefore, being the pranksters (or today what would be called “a mess”) decided that we would dump the bagged leaves that Mrs. G. had put into the plastic bags. And so we did, and after, running for cover through the trail leading to the woods back home. As small towns go, the news soon hit our household and my mom, to say the least, was NOT HAPPY!

We soon found ourselves speed walking to the end of our street to Mrs. G. house. Halfway there one of us said to my mom. “How come JC doesn’t have to come with us?”

OOOOPS!

My mom looks at the four of us and says sternly, “Because I am not JC’s mother and if I was, she would be here alongside you as well."

It was our last walk to the land of consequence all the while seeing the white house visibly before us until we made our way onto the front porch steps. Our hearts ticked away louder and louder and louder it pulsed until Mrs. G. opened the door and there she stood in all her oldness.

I’m not sure if my mother had not been there whether on our own we would have taken responsibility, but what I know to be true is that she was. Today, that is what I call hope. My mom set high expectations for us all, and in doing so, whether forced or not, we ultimately took responsibility and followed it by action fixing the mess we had created. Something for us to think about and before I go away for the day, I end with this question: When in your life have you used the principles of R.E.A.C.H.? And in the work that you do when have you articulated it to others?.....until next time-Teach.

Learning to learn all over again....

Communication is the key in forming lasting professional and personal relationships. This is another segment as I think about the work that I do, specifically in working with Academic Coaches. This is a follow up letter that I wrote after a recent professional development offering.

Greetings,

Hopefully the coaching conference that you are attending today will provide additional strategies to add to your ever increasing toolbox. I look forward to continued professional conversations with a focus on your roles as Academic Coaches.

Your position comes with responsibility, however, imagine all the students you will impact with every teacher you support in their professional growth and learning. I am fully aware that we are at different places in the continuum with the coaching thing, and I am personally committed, along with the curriculum folk, to hold your hand along the way; to challenge your thinking; to give you a little push into uncharted waters; and of course, to step back when it is warranted.

With this in mind, I want to highlight some key points mentioned as you step out further in your role as Academic Coach. On the last page of the book I read aloud to you all, The Geraniums on the Windowsill Just Died, But Teacher, You Went Right On, Albert Cullum so eloquently says, " Teacher, come on outside! I'll race you to the seesaw! No, you won't fall off! I'll show you how! Don't be afraid, teacher. Grab my hand and follow me. You can learn all over again!....."

In your role as Academic Coach this is so fitting and right on the money. Confidence in what you are doing is key. Believing in your skill set by showing teachers how to seesaw, not in a way that puts your knowledge ahead of theirs, but in a way that, side-by-side, you learn new ways of doing: learning how to learn all over again. And finally, I want you to think about the student who was most challenging to you in your teaching and constantly revisit those strategies that worked in making a difference. You will find that these same strategies will work for our teachers as well.

Possible Outcomes: As an outcome to the training provided, I want you to "try it on". This is what you do: first, locate a classroom teacher who is willing to have you demonstrate a shared text engagement with his/her students. This can be someone you have developed a relationship with, however, to go to the place of discomfort, challenge yourself to seek out the teacher that possibly needs a hand to hold, and learn together. Second, the way in is this: first, ask if the content lead teacher shared the information with them on Shared Reading within the Context of a Comprehensive Reading Program. Second, if the answer is yes, then ask them if they have tried some of the techniques outlined. If the answer is no, then tell them that you would like to demonstrate the strategies outlined with the training. However, it is important no matter what means that the classroom teacher remains in the classroom with you. A strategic read aloud can also be tried. I had conversations with some of you concerning options. This is perfectly acceptable and tells me you are thinking. After the demonstration lesson, reflect on what worked and what didn't work so well. Be prepared to share these at one of the next meetings for a period of time.

Coaching: feedback vs. evaluation: The way we phrase our questions, for the most part, directly impacts the outcome. Therefore in highlighting strengths, recommendations and next steps consider these possibilities:

Strengths: You might think about using ...I noticed... at the beginning of your sentence. Then making a statement directly connected to student outcome and evidence noted. Be genuine in your thinking.

Recommendations: You might think about using ... Have you thought about...? In this way, it provides options that doesn't slice or dice what is happening. Choose your words succinctly. And another tip: Focus on one or two easily achievable goals.

Follow up: You might want to think about having a coaching conference where you speak one-on-one to the classroom teacher. You might think about using... Based on the recommendations provided, what are you willing to try next time?

And as always, if you have questions, points of success or wonderings, do not hesitate to contact me. Enjoy your weekend.....until next time-Teach

The geraniums on the windowsill just died, but teacher you went right on.....

Do you remember the exact time, place and location of where you bought a treasured book? Follow me as I reflect and rediscover one of those out of print long lost treasures that are pathways to the soul.....

The leaves were changing and falling from the branches. A few days previous a soft blanket of snow covered the hills of New England and the winter weather sweaters had been unpacked from their plastic shells. I was a few short months away from the end of my last internship and two away from matriculating with a degree in elementary education. At one of our evening seminars in late October, my professor and mentor at the time read aloud from this book and I knew I had to own it. After numerous phone calls around the area, I finally tracked it down at a store located on the cobbled main street of a northern town some 40 miles away. It was 1983 and sadly, the themes resonating from the pages still hold true twenty-five years later.

So when I re-discovered this "pathway to the soul" at the bottom of a rectangled box located on the top shelf of a rarely used closet; some 929 miles from where it was first discovered twenty-five years earlier, I knew that in some way it needed to be shared.

The opportunity arrived just yesterday when I spent the afternoon with a group of twenty academic coaches and read aloud The Geraniums on the Windowsill Just Died, But Teacher, You Went Right On by Albert Cullum. Through the lens of childhood, we discover all over again the way we felt; the way we were; and how, sometimes, we lost our way miles from the heart of the matter. Though I can't re-print the pages, these few need to be shared:

"Teacher, let me swim in a puddle, let me race a cloud in the sky, let me build a house without walls. But most of all, let me laugh at nothing things. " -page 16

"On the mornings you tell us about the night before, you're like one of us. The dress you bought, or a movie you saw, or a strange sound you heard. You're a good storyteller, teacher, honest! And that's when I never have to be excused." -page 20

"I have a messy desk, I have milk money that rolls, I have a lazy pencil, a book that won't open, a mouth that whispers. I have a zipper that doesn't want to, homework that won't work, and a hand that throws crayons. I have a shirt that's out, shoelaces that won't tie. And sometimes I wet my pants---but never on purpose." page 22

However, sprinkled within are those teachers who are our raindrops of hope. Those individuals who continue the work that they do and truly listen to the voices of children; who allow the children to lead the way; and side by side, splash through the puddles amidst this ever-changing landscape.

And finally, in the words of Albert Cullum who said it so eloquently those many years ago.....

"Teacher, come on outside! I'll race you to the seesaw! No, you won't fall off! I'll show you how! Don't be afraid, teacher. Grab my hand and follow me. You can learn all over again....."-page 62 ...until next time-Teach

Sunday Scribblings: Is it "Forbidden" to change the scribble....? I did nonetheless. This one is called "Shortcuts"..

The scribble for this week was "forbidden". Veering off the course somewhat I chose to go into forbidden territory and write instead an experience that I call "shortcuts".

Sometimes, a shortcut leads you on the road to nowhere and gets you to your destination quicker. Sometimes, unintentional happenings get in the way. Yesterday, on my way back home again, I veered off my regular path and took a road less traveled. My guide was the voice on my GPS telling me where to go. Then.....

.....the unexpected happened. Idling in the left turn lane I noticed that the traffic lights were not working. Thinking to myself that this was a disaster waiting to happen due to the fact that the cars to the left and to the right were not slowing down, I inched my way past the line ever so slowly. Then, looking in front of me I saw a red car make it's way across the barren land and as it inched across the median, it was slammed by one of those fast moving cars to the left. With my foot still on the brake I moved it back as "the car" came toward me. Watching and then watching some more, it came to a stop about six inches from my passenger side bumper. Then, I put it in park and ran over to the woman in the front leaning against the steering wheel with her head resting on the deflated airbag. The horn of this car was blasting and smoke was billowing out of the car. (OK, OK, in truth, it wasn't billowing. I believe it was the radiator hose causing the smoke. So in this case it would be a softer billow.)

Within seconds the emergency service workers arrived and took over all the time my car staying put until Trooper Jackson (I like that name: Trooper Jackson. Say it out loud and I do believe you will agree with me.) came and gave me permission to move it out of the way. The woman was all right as were the four in the other vehicle.

If there is to be a lesson here it might play itself out like this:

First, in theory, there are shortcuts that will cut a few miles off the journey. In theory this lends itself to be true. However, in truth, the unintended happenings along the way dictate that there are no shortcuts.

Second, not everyone plays by the rules and Robert Fulghum would be disappointed that the lessons learned in kindergarten about taking turns doesn't always stay with us into adulthood.

And third, if it is a shortcut you take, remember that there are more important things along the way that may need your attention. ...until next time-Teach

Sunday Scribblings: Wedding....

I was going to skip this scribbling entirely and then I remembered that I was asked to do a reading at the wedding of Leah and Mike and figured what the heck, this scribbling thing sure has my attention. So though I wrote it years ago, it still holds true today for they are still going strong with three kids in tow.

One Note, One Song, One Love
JPAM

Your love will need the rain.
It will need to feel that gentle sprinkle
of the rain sometimes
lightly spraying your face.
You will need the magic of the rain.
To feel the hard pounding rain sometimes
soaking at the embers for it will cleanse the soul.

Love is like that.

Your love will need the sun.
It will need to feel the hot penetrating heat
of the sun sometimes
darkening the fibers
You will need the magic of the sun.
To feel the heat of the sun sometimes
peeling away the rough-hewn layers
for it will be the key to your heart.

Love is like that.

Your love will need the wind.
It will need to feel the soft wisp
of the wind sometimes
fluttering at your feet.
You will need the magic of the wind
To feel the tip-tapping song-dance of the wind sometimes
swan-singing its melody
for it will uplift the spirit.

Love is like that.

Love needs the rain
and the sun
and the wind
sometimes

The gentle sprinkle for it cleanses the soul.
The penetrating heat for it is the key to your heart.
And the swan-singing, tip-tapping, song-dancing celebration
for it will uplift the spirit.

Love is like that.

My wish for you this day

is to always keep that sense of wonder

within arms reach and to remember

what brought you to the altar in the first place.

A place where hope lies within

that makes the possibility

of dreaming close at hand.

This moment is layered with promise

and we find comfort in knowing

that this is one more story

to be shared around the supper table of our lives.

A piece of our collective history.

Another story that has made

the moments of our lives matter.

A moment that God has entrusted to you.

To love deeply.

From this day forward

an angel will be resting on your shoulder

and the silent whisper that is spoken in your ear

is a love song that only the two of you can hear.

This music, it comes from a chord,

a note that the angels record.

And once this soft-slow waltz

written on the page is choreographed

you will dance to the rhythm

sung only in God's name.

One Note, One Song, One Love.

Until the next time....-Teach

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