We are two white women of privilege and settlers to this land. We are taking on the work of truth and reconciliation because we believe that it is time to decolonize our thoughts and actions. In conversation with of Colinda Clyne, an Anishinaabe Algonquin (Kitigan Zibi) guest to Mississauga territory, we are again telling a… Read More The Journey from Head to Heart
I love a glass of wine. Anyone who knows me understands my love of wine. I am not a connoisseur. I love the feeling associated with it. I love the feeling of getting home, walking in the house, changing my clothes and as I cook dinner for my family having the sacred glass. This glass… Read More Filled to the Rim
When I go to the hair salon I go to relax. I usually roll in on two wheels, slightly late and profoundly apologetic and I then proceed to nestle into the chair and nod off while highlights and colour are applied. The sounds around me are familiar and comforting and do not inhibit my peace.… Read More They Have to Learn
During a day of learning for new teachers in November we were deeply moved by an incredible human during the keynote. I sat in that room with him and I can only explain what happened to me as shockingly unexpected. Laughing, crying and suddenly knowing that I needed him, in that moment in my life… Read More In the Birch Trees
Who signs up, stands up and antes up to fail? For most people who live in education, it’s the everyday risk of learning that matters. There is an epic chance that failure will be a part of the work day. The everyday moments in education are the juiciest. We pay close attention to all of… Read More The Beast Comes Alive
“I need you to take some time and think before you start writing your answer.” “Have you thought about that?” “Did you think about your arguments before writing them down? It is important to really think about what you read and plan your answers before you start writing.” If I tallied the number of… Read More Changed Forever
My mother is the single finest human I have ever encountered. For anyone who has met my mother, “Granny,” they know how I can make such a statement. She was present and beside me for everything awesome and everything awful. She is my human. She is the explanation as to why I risk, push, and… Read More The World Needs More Cheerleaders
