In northwestern Pennsylvania, there is a small city and in that city there is a chapel. The chapel is old, made of gray stone with a spire and stained glass windows that are so ancient their paint began to run decades ago. The chapel was built by a man for his wife—he gave her a … Continue reading A Place in My Heart
There was something heady about roaming rows of tomes full of ancient legislature--red-bound books that boasted debates from the House of Commons and forest green, gilt-bound ones that contained government discussions of Canada, even before it was a nation. The shelves held, too, pamphlets of official reports to this or that Member of Parliament standing … Continue reading On Knowing: Part One
Tips, anecdotes and confessions of a fifth year teacher in ABC's.
Two students who've taught me more than they'll ever know.
Start with a history lesson on Rome, add a yet-unplanned, elementary art class, and you get a mosaic. At least, I did. In the making, I found some reflections. In high school, my geography teacher taught me that Canada has a cultural mosaic. Our American counter-parts have a melting pot. By this, he meant that … Continue reading Mosaic
. . . error is not a fault. It is an opportunity to learn.
Some call it tough love. "I feel like the big bad witch of the cloakroom!" I fume in stage whisper to my co-teacher. In establishing a new, fast-growing school, we have needed to find traditions and rules that are worth making and keeping. With half the school out at recess while the other half … Continue reading Bootlegging