You must know your own story… I was 6 when I decided to become a teacher. I had a class, and chalk and stuffed animals in the basement. I played school endlessly. I may have drifted back and forth deciding on this path and that path but my mother and my father were not surprised… Read More Story Yourself
I felt tired today. A bone weary, drag my feet, cannot think of one more thing kind of tired. I have considered that my age may be playing a factor. As I dragged my wagon filled with stuff from a thing back to my car and I walked and talked with a colleague, she offered… Read More Get Out of Your Own Way
Andrea and I were going to meet at a warehouse after school at 3 pm sharp. A brilliantly sunny yet absolutely freezing cold day about a month ago. We were picking up free books that had been gifted to a local organization by First Book Canada (they donate brand new books to organizations BUT the… Read More Access & Abundance
Andrea and I cannot stop thinking about the question, “why should we learn?” This question comes on the heels of many many articles on engagement that whip by on my twitter feed on any given day and because I know many many educators who turn themselves inside out trying to connect with their students and… Read More Backseat Learning
My daughter has been in school for 20 years. She turns 24 in July. She will be off the dole this month for the first time in her life. I remember her first day of school; raincoat, rubber boots and a Spice Girls’ lunch box. What I did not know was that her teacher for… Read More Feels Like Home
A month ago, during two different, beautiful learning teams with educators, nestled deeply in the Indigenous Learning Model, we felt something change. It started as a quiet nudge and gained steam between our two brains. If we were going to deep dive into something then we needed a truly important voice. We asked Colinda Clyne… Read More Looking for Real Space Between…
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
