Monday, March 18, 2024

 BOOK REVIEW:  The Wishing Game by Meg Shaffer


I loved this story! The more it sits in my heart and mind the more I love it! 

My bookclub will be discussing it and hearing the author Meg Shaffer speak about her experience writing this book!  Looking forward to being enlightened by both my bookish friends and the author….

A review forthcoming!


 BOOK REVIEW:  House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday

***I reserve the right to edit this review after book discussion!  ***

The wording, the beauty of the writing is lyrical and creates the wonders and awe of this earth.  

I admit I was at times lost in the narrative… hoping the upcoming discussion will deepen my understanding.

I can see the torment of Abel walking between two worlds… just not as clearly as I can see the love of the natural world vs the society with all the humanity and its confusion.

4/5


 BOOK REVIEW:  The Lost Bookshop by Evie Woods

The Lost Bookshop was a little historical and more magical/romance.  I would have preferred more historical with a dash of magic and romance.  


I was most intrigued about the bookshop in London, run by Sylvia Beech.  Last summer I read a book about that time of history and loved it!  I was hoping for more of that…


I couldn’t help but be intrigued regarding Opaline’s story and the parallels of the two time lines.


I listened to this and will be looking for a copy of it to fall in my lap! 


3.5 rounded to 5

(Subject to change-one day!)


 BOOK REVIEW:  How to Catch a Leprechaun by Adam Wallace

A frolicking picture book that I think my granddaughter would love!  The mischievous leprechaun never to be caught yet!  Leaves the door open for budging imaginations to keep trying… one day!!


Solid 4/5

Friday, March 8, 2024


 BOOK REVIEW: Better Luck Next Time by Julia Claiborne Johnson

Better Luck Next Time is what I would classify as a historical fiction with feisty humor sprinkled throughout by one of the main characters and is she a character!  

In the 1930s,  ladies who are well-to-do would pull up from their homes, take up residence in the state of Nevada, in Better Luck Next Time,  specifically Reno for six weeks and seek a divorce.  Once this period was over they were granted their divorce and would move on with their new life.  A couple opened the Flying Leap, a dude ranch that sees to the needs of their female guests.   There were a couple of gentlemen who were the hands/assistants whose uniforms were “cowboy attire” for the enjoyment of the ladies who were seeking to end their marriages.  Their work involved transporting the women to town for needs, outings, appointments with the local attorneys.  The two cowboys, Sam and Ward, were also the waiters when meals were served.  They took care of the animals and various ranching responsibilities.  

Now to introduce you to a couple of the ladies:                                                                              

Emily - sweet, kind, her husband cheated on her, she worried about how the divorce would impact her daughter, with whom she did not have that great of a relationship, anyway.  I guess I would consider her the victim of her cheating husband, who was truly unsure if she wanted to follow through with the divorce proceedings.                                                                                     

Nina - opposite of Emily!  Nina was a repeat client of .  She was everything Emily was not: flamboyant, feisty, lived on the edge, risk-taker, rule breaker.  Nina was just fun to be around.  She was spunky, always had a quick comeback for the other ladies who were seeking to break the bonds of marriage.  

As a good story creates tension, so here you go - these two women became roomies.  The owner thought it would be a good idea to pair Nina with Emily for Nina to show Emily the ropes,  help her see what life could be if she would just let loose, a little.  Emily became a very good student of Nina’s!  

The owner of the lodge had strict rules about the ladies and the two cowboys from forming relationship of any kind, other than their normal responsibilities of chauffeuring the guests in to town, giving the ladies horseback riding lessons, etc.  Well… that rule is broken, along with several others, thanks to Nina!

The feistiness of Nina provided endless scenes of hilarity.  I enjoyed her character immensely… in a fictional life, I would like to be her!  She pushed almost every limit women faced during this time period.  

There is still a lot to learn about this threesome’s friendship: Nina, Emily and Ward.    


 BOOK REVIEW: The Authenticity Project by Clare Pooley

The Authenticity Project is a clever premise that started with a simple green journal that an elderly gentleman started an entry about a part of his life.  In the journal entry, Julian wrote about his life without his wife, she had been deceased for 15 years.  He found it difficult to be honest with anyone about the impact this great loss had on his life.  As with therapy, when you write about/discuss your troubles they seem to become less troubling.  When stresses are held in, they magnify, thus making life almost impossible to get through their day.  There is a note written at the beginning of the journal explaining the process.  Once each entry has been written and signed, the journal is to be placed in a public place waiting for the next author.

This journal’s purpose was to travel from writer to writer hoping each person who writes will share authentically a life challenge in hopes that this will be a way of healing.  Well, this little Authenticity Project stirred the writers to divulge their innermost struggles.  This Project eventually united the authors within this community that day-in and day-out, passed each other with barely a smile.  Each character grew in empathy and compassion for the other participants, some became a little more involved in the stories of each other.  They wanted each other to live a full life of happiness and purpose.  

I listened to the audio version through Libby and thoroughly enjoyed the voices of the various characters.  Their concern for each other lightened my days.  I pulled for how they were planning, scheming, and organizing the various “accidental” meetings and loved being a part of their intermingled lives.  This group of people grew to truly care about each other.  But can the scheming become intrusive?  Can it disrupt lives instead of the intended purpose of  “happy ever after”?  


Rating: 3.5/5

Sunday, February 25, 2024


 BOOK REVIEW:  The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry

The Little Prince, a classic and helps me to fulfill my goal of reading a classic a month for this year.  

I have a very sweet memory of a piece of needlework that my mom gifted me many years ago. The most remembered quote in the book: 

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” 

This is a fantastical fable differentiating children and adults.  Adults lose their childlike wonderings, questions and ramblings which tends to make them uninteresting and boring.  I believe that I could read this little book and peel a layer each time revealing something that resonates each time.  Being my first time to read this… I remember the discussion between an adult and The Little Prince.  The Prince related the questions we might ask a child about a friend would be “What color is your friend’s hair?” and “What kind of work does your friend’s dad do?”  Not the interesting type of questions, “What does your friend’s voice sound like?” or “Does he collect butterflies?”  I love this!  When I carry my granddaughter to and from school, friends is a topic of conversation.  Next time, instead of my usual boring questions, I think I will ask, “What games does he/she like best?” 

This is a sweet little read, with lots of room for rich discussion.  I will reread it… maybe soon!  This would also be a great little book for seminaring (similar to a book discussion but stays on track, no wondering/wandering/dreaming… hmmm… the act of seminar might go against the grain…  this the theme of this book), a teaching strategy that is utilized with great works.  

3.5/5

 BOOK REVIEW: The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

 The Perks of Being a Wallflower filled my goal of a banned book every month for 2024.  Triggers: sexual content, drugs, alcohol, suicide

My childhood must have been very sheltered.  I think it was due to mainly my families economic standing.  My mother did not drive, so I spent a lot of time at home during my school years.  I say this to explain my lack of connection with this story’s characters.  

I did relate to Charlie’s inner-voice that at times overwhelmed his conscience.  In adolescence we all have weird thoughts and ideas and tons of questions.  These thoughts need to be shared with a trusted caring adult who will listen.  Charlie was exposed to so much: death, suicide, homosexuality, sex, which created an “seen can’t unsee” mental picture along with alcohol and drugs. This exposure formed in his mind as “norms”.  This is what I have heard of  as “growing up” too fast.  Charlie is a gifted kid, facing the conflicts of his life unprepared because of his immaturity adds to his struggles. . He befriends older high schoolers who introduce him to a much more mature way of experiencing life aka having fun.  He was receiving counseling, but for naught.  He was quite possibly unsure of exactly what to share.  His home life was by no means perfect, but he loved his parents, older brother and sister, and they loved him, even though their arguments were numerous, which is normal.  Charlie loved his friends, whom he considered to be his true friends.  This is evident when he gave them very gifts that were very individualized and personal.  

The book’s format was clever.  Charlie’s inner most thoughts and questions about his life were posed in a letter with the greeting, “Dear friend,” who is the reader.  My heart went out to Charlie.  As a retired teacher, I feel I knew several “Charlie’s” over my teaching career.  A teacher’s impact can make a huge difference in a child’s life.  I am thankful for the teacher who recognized Charlie and “saw” him for who he was, a confused, bright child, who was trying to fit in and belong.  This one teacher was his English teacher who offered him book after book to read, understanding Charlie’s level of understanding and possibly helping him make sense of life as he knew it.  I LOVED this!  One of the last books Charlie’s teacher gave to him was The Fountainhead… along with this advice, “Be skeptical about this one.  It’s a great book. But try to be a filter, not a sponge.”  Advice that Charlie quotes a couple of times as he deals with his life.

Charlie is the “Wallflower”, observing and registering life around him.  A synonym of “Perks” is benefits.  Were there “Perks” from being a “Wallflower”?  Read this book and derive your own answer. 

3.5/5

 BOOK REVIEW: The Sentence by Louise Erdrich

Louise Erdrich is known for her Pulitizer Prize winning book The Night Watchman, based on the life of her grandfather.  Avid followers of her work know about her stories of Native Americans in the mid-northern US.  My author-reader connection was sealed by my reading of The Sentence.  I am a fan of Erdrich and adore two of the characters in this haunting mystery, Tookie & Pollux.  Any book about a bookstore and its impact on a community in times of trial is a jewel!  Intrigued?  Read on…

The Sentence opens with Tookie, the main character, body-snatching for love.  Tookie lived with her love and the body was her lover’s ex-lover.  Little did Tookie know, two women conspired and filled a few cavities of this dead body with drugs to be taken by Tookie across state line, a federal crime.  What was she thinking… she wasn’t! Tookie ended up serving seven years of sixty year sentence.  While Tookie was serving this sentence a former teacher sent her a dictionary to dig through… this opened the door to reading, everything and anything she could get her hands on while incarcerated. 

When she was released from jail, she landed a job as a bookseller in a bookshop in Minneapolis.  From this point, the plot takes off: Tookie marries Pollux, the police officer who originally arrested her in her crime mentioned above;  a “favorite” patron dies; this patron’s ghost haunts the store, especially Tookie; COVID pandemic strikes; George Floyd loses his life at the knee of a police officer; Tookie and Pollux become “grandparents” to their niece’s baby.  Relationships are created, tested, and strengthened through stresses of life during this anxiety-ridden time.  The humor was the seasoning for Tookie’s life, especially with Pollux.  Pollux’s integral role in this book is not to be overlooked.  His character was steady, loving, loyal to his Native American culture and to Tookie; his love language is cooking. 

This book has been called a love letter to book nerds.  There are “tons” of books spoken of throughout the story… but also know, you don’t have to keep a running list!  There are lists in the back of the book!  

 The relationships of love and found family weave through this story.  It is evident that Louise Erdrich is a product of a loving family, which is a strong theme in this beautifully written work.

 BOOK REVIEW: Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

Demon Copperhead… gripping, heart-wrenching, tragic, compelling, tossed with bits of humor, because otherwise, it would have not been as heartbreaking.  Demon born into poverty: horrific conditions, father dead, addicted mom… talk about ACEs,  Adverse Childhood Events!  This kid has everything going against him!  Add to these circumstances, lived with neighbors, eventually placed in foster care (with some who only took kids in for the money and/or to make the kids work for their farm or whatever), in a couple of foster homes Demon was treated worse than an unwanted wandering animal waiting for PAWS to come by and pick him up, tormented in school by the classmates, foraging through trash to get food for sustenance.  How in the world would Demon make it out of the poverty and tragedy that he was born in through no fault of his own!  There are enough interesting characters who come and go, some who stay, some who are there for the long haul.  Humor is present at just the perfect time.  I guess if there was no humor, I am not sure these characters could have made it through their circumstances.  Demon Copperhead is not an easy kid to forget.  He will live in my heart for a long while.


What I am most sickened about in this Pulitzer Prize winning book, is the Opiod epidemic that appears to have been planned all along for this area of the country, Appalachia.  I am scratching my head over this.  I believe the big pharma companies have paid some restitution.  But throwing money in any amount will never be enough for the lives taken and ruined from these amazing folks who live in this most beautiful and for me, sacred, part of these United States. 

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

 BOOK REVIEW:  Happiness Falls by Angie Kim

Happiness Falls is a mystery (missing person) and family drama.  The missing person is Adam, the dad of Mia, John (20 year old twins) and Eugene (14 years old) who is diagnosed with autism and Angelman Syndrome.  During Covid, Eugene and his dad go hiking every day.  On this particular day, Eugene returns home without his dad.  This is unsettling for Hannah, Adam’s wife, and the kids’ mom and Josh.  Even more disturbing are the facts that Mia, seems not to be concerned and Eugene, the one person who could say what happened, is nonverbal. The family does not have an effective way to communicate with Eugene, the one who can tell what happened to his dad on this particular hike.  To compound the urgency at hand this drama takes place during the pandemic, which becomes not only part of the setting but also a “character”.  

I found Happiness Falls somewhat “tiresome” at times.  Mia, being the self-proclaimed lesser of the twins, is the narrator.  She is home from college due to Covid; her personality and over-compensation for being “lesser” of the twins were at times a little over the top.  The family drama that ensued throughout this story includes a missing person investigation with a over-zealous officer, a compassionate attorney, Mia’s “boyfriend” from college, a therapist that Adam found worked with Eugene regarding communication strategies, which he kept from the family.  The pieces of this seemingly convoluted drama are sorted and resorted until they eventually lock in place with an ending that left me wondering.  

I always like to know the tie to the title… that I could not figure.  Like the many parts of this book, it left me pondering.  

Rating: 3.25 

Thursday, February 8, 2024

 BOOK REVIEW:  Breaking Silence by Linda Castillo 

Mystery murders are not my preferred genre.  Breaking Silence by Linda Castillo is a book club pick, so I needed to break out of my reading bars, again.  This is the third in the Silence series.  My first from this particular group of Amish murder mysteries.  


Kate Burkholder is the sheriff in an Amish community.  Peace in this community has been shattered by the death of family members: Ma, Dat and an uncle. The sheriff is called to the Slabaugh farm as is the case when a death occurs. The deaths were ruled accidental  from methane gas asphyxiation by falling into a cesspit, until the coroner does his work. 


The twists and turns in this tale are surprising and shocking, even by Kate Burkholder’s standards.  Kate grew up Amish, but was excommunicated for reasons that are revealed in this plot-driven mystery.  


Silence is sacred to the Amish, such is the case in this work of fiction.  They do not want any help from outsiders, referred to in Castillo’s work as The English. There are several cases of harassment and violence targeting this peace-loving community in which the police intend to see that this violence ends. The  Amish response to anything dealing with society is SILENCE.  This lack of communication is vital to the solution of this mystery.  Pay attention to what is left unsaid or SILENT.  


Trigger: Language (As I used to tell my kiddos I taught when they ran across “bad words”; it is authentic to the story… let it go in one ear and out the other if it bothers you.)

 BOOK REVIEW:

The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

WOW! The heart and mind of man can be a place of great darkness. Recently, I read David Grann’s book, The Wager; in it Grann references Joseph Conrad. The Heart of Darkness was in my TBR stack, I thought I would give it a try. 

This classic, though sparse in size, weighs heavy from a psychological view of the perversion of human nature. From Dover Literature and Language Catalog (back cover of the book):  “Heart of Darkness ranks as a landmark of modern fiction. It is a book no serious student of literature can afford to miss.” So, I read it and might even read it again one day. It is beautifully written. Some remarkable scenes came alive in my seeing and hearing. About halfway through the book, I checked to see if it was available via audio. It was! I listened to it while I read the words. This helped me immensely in my picturing the story in my mind. 


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Monday? Friday?

Monday?  Friday?


Tomorrow's Monday.  
Back to school after 
two snow days and 
Springing Forward!
It will not be the normal Monday... 
more like the normal Friday, 
but it will be MONDAY!
At least 
there will not be a 
full moon!  
:)

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Saturday's Therapy

Saturday's Therapy Session


Therapy can be extremely time-consuming, expensive, and necessary.


Therapy is absolutely necessary

As the world is going crazy

As the weather is wacky

As the four walls close in

Therapy is a necessity, that is for sure.


Therapy can be expensive

The price of gas begins to rise

The cost of milk is outrageous

The bills of heating homes is way out of control

Therapy can be costly, but oh so urgent.


Therapy can be time-consuming.

Time is everything to a teacher

Time truly does fly, matters not if fun is being had

Time is not money,  but time is priceless

Therapy steals precious time, don't have it to give.


Saturday's therapy was time well-spent, free, and totally necessary

Got out my running shoes

Got with my running buds

Got in the glorious sunshine

Therapy came in the form of Adidas shoes, sweet friends, and warm sunshine


Saturday's therapy was free, time well-spent, and oh so necessary!



Friday, March 6, 2015

Peace and Reconciliation


"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds  in Christ Jesus."  Phillipians 4:7


My readings for the past two years have been mostly comprised of professional material... reading about reading and writing.  I have missed ficiton.  I have missed the empathetic feelings toward the breathing characters as they become my neighbors, the folks down the street, my close friends.  Last fall break... I picked up a book titled Lila by Marilynne Robinson.  I had read her Pultizer Prize book Gilead a few summers ago; as I tenderly lifted Lila from the stack of new fiction and read the inside flap, "... returns to the town of Gilead..." I knew what my next read would be.  As I continued to read professional readings,  Lila could only demand a small slice of my reading time.

Just finished Lila by Marilynne Robinson... This is not a book review!  It is a tiny slither of a slice ~ reflection of my teaching philosophy inspired by the words from Rev. Ames and Dr. Hiam Ginot.

Towards the end of the redemptive story of Lila, Robinson writes... "the peace that passeth all human understanding."  This line resonates within my spirit and soul.  

As a teacher, guide, facilitator, leader, role model for children... I realize the immense responsibility I possess.  Everyday, I hold precious impressionable minds and spirits in the palm of my hand.  (I am reminded of this Hiam Ginot quote, my mom handed to me when I began my teaching career.) 

How do I balance this heavy-laden but passionate postion of power and honor... 

in the lifted line from  Lila... "...the peace that passeth all human understanding..."   I must rest with the peace that when I lay my head down on the pillow every night...  each child's spirit who has crossed my path that day has been lifted by my words or my actions.  
This is why I teach.  This is my mission field.  I teach reading, grammar, word skills, but more than that; I teach the folks who will be leaders in my community... doctors, nurses, lawyers, moms, dads, policemen, firemen, video game creators... the list could go on and on...

Living breathing small humans are growing up in a world foreign to me.  Teaching them to think for themselves, to read deeply and critically for understanding, to take in what society hurls and reconcile this to their lives with logic and reasoning.  They, too, must be able to lay their heads on their pillows at night with the same feeling that affords me, most nights, to rest and rise again knowing that... "the peace that passeth all human understanding..."  will carry them through their lives with this same philosophy whatever the path of their lives.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Hope~Imagination~Dreams~Courage

"Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality."         ~Jonas Salk

This is what I know...

My hope for a bright future lies in the dreams, imaginations and courageous acts of my learners. At the beginning of this year, my hope began fleeting fast. This cluster of gifted and high-achieving fifth graders cried, doubted, whined, doubted complained, doubted, argued, doubted, cried, doubted, and whined some more.  Feeling emotions with intensity and magnification... beginning days ended with wondering what disruption thenext day would hold.  Imagining the fertile soil of a classroom community of growing learners seemed impossible.

Determined to disallow persistent doubt to harden this soil of learners, I dug deep for the long haul.  Knowing that a caring and empathetic classroom were imperative for optimal learning, I realized this year would be one of my toughest challenges.  Despite my daily sunny smiles and  warm welcomes, I was met with slumping shoulders, grumpy grunts, and "rain on my day" attitudes.  Every now and then I glimpsed signs hope: a returned smile or a tiny "Morning." My hope soared... imagining a classroom environment growing with compassion consumed me.

Determined to cultivate a cohesive and respectful learning environment, I pulled community building strategies from files, scoured the internet for new ideas regarding respect, studied anti-bullying lessons with heart-felt themes, and planned experiences to understand the value of empathy. We read and discussed literature about diverse communities, we wrote our thoughts about the characters' lives, and how their decisions and choices impacted others.  We attempted to resolve classroom snippiness, snarky comments, rudeness through sharing and problem-solving.  We read, we discussed, we role-played, we wrote... nothing seemed penetrate this tough outer covering.   My hope for a caring garden of learners began to wane. In my dreaming, I realized more patience woven with less frustration was necessary for this crop.

Determined to persevere or just "make it through the next day" by putting one foot in front of the other...
I trudged through my classroom: bookshleves filled with books, sounds of jazzy Pandora, Tower Garden complete with water falling, round tables encouraging rich conversation, a classroom with Zen-like ambiance. Taking a deep breath, I summoned every ounce of courage I could muster. My expectations were still there, laying just beneath the surface.  Testing, assessing, and checklists all showed little growth in areas of academics... reality of early retirement loomed.

Then all of a sudden, out of no where, I am beginning to witness emotional and social seedlings break this hard surface...sheepish smiles and sweet greetings meet me most mornings, kids speaking to one another with genuine kindness, where spiteful and ugly words were once spewed, their tone is becoming respectful in their disagreements.  A love for learning is evident, the buzz of meaningful learning crowds the sound of peaceful falling water within the Tower Garden.  Authentic questions and wonderings inspiring each other to read closer and write deeper.  Dreams for this group of drought-stricken intelligent souls are becoming a reality.

Learners in 5A continue to experience disappointments, doubts, and dailly struggles, now with finese. The struggles these learners experience are extending their roots for optimal growth . Courageous acts of spirited individuals has transformed this, once-believed, hopeless field to a fertile soil; one that encourages care, empathy, respect. Eager learners becoming the reality I hoped existed. My hope for a bright future EXISTS in the dreams, imagination and courage of this year's fifth grade learners.

This is what I believe... 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Adverbs and Dancing Pigs

SOL#2   Adverbs and Dancing Pigs!

Yesterday I was using a mentor sentence from a book called The Snowglobe Family.  Teaching life was rolling along... sentence analysis with revision sentences being created by fifth grade writers.

Next on the agenda, a brief lesson creating sentences using adverbs.  Distributing base sentences to groups of students...  "The dog barked."  "The children played."  My personal favorite:  "The pig danced."

As I walked around the room noticing the usual  sentence revisions with adverbs:  "The dog barked loudly."  "The children played yesterday."  The dancing pig group extended their sentence as follows:  "The pig danced happily."  "The pig danced happily in the mud."  "The pig danced happily in the mud yesterday."  Thinking to myself, I have found the grand finale group!  (The emphasis on the words "in the mud" is key because we have been working on adding preposistional phrases to our sentences... please keep this in mind as you continue!)

Share... share... share...  Now for the dancing pig!

The group was ecstatic that their sentence was extended unlike everyone else's!  So as we began analyzing the use of adverbs...  I get to the words "in the mud".   In my excitement for this group, I ask the students: "Okay, what is in the mud?"  The response from the entire class, "The pig!"

I did one of those... SMH moments... then dove in again!  "Let's try this again... What IS in the mud?" (All the while, I am using both hands creating "air" parentheses to remind them how we designate prepositional phrases in sentences.)  Choral response from fewer students, just as enthusiastic but a litttle less confident:  "Pigs!?!"

As I reflect about this teaching moment, I giggle and am reminded, with all the pressures and pleasures of teaching... God allows me to experience humor and keeps me grounded with the truth:  I teach children not grammar, not sentence revision, not sentence analysis, not adverbs.  Really, I teach kids who love to laugh and learn!  Blessed!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Slice of Life #1

Randomness...

Two years?  Really?  Well, here I am accepting the Slice of Life Challenge from the Two Writing Sisters... again.

After ten, I should be in bed... my husband has already been in here once.  So, I will make this first post short!

A Normal Slice of my Sundays:

Upon feet hitting the floor,
stumble to the coffee maker.

Sit in silence
Watching the morning news

Get up, get moving
Leave for church

Grocery store
Every single Sunday

Lunch at either
La Siesta or Camino Real

Home again,
putting groceries in their spot

School work begins...
Until now!

Add to my routine for the month of March
Slicing parts of my days.





Sunday, March 3, 2013

Rocking Chair Literacy


Slice of Life Challenge #1... just like life and running, I am a tad bit behind!                                  3.3.13

I am a first year literacy coach, grades 3-6.  This year has been a very revealing and reflective year for me.  Beginning my 19th year of teaching,  when my principal called and asked if I would be interested, I thought about this for about five minutes... then called her back and a agreed to take this on!

Having always been a fifth/sixth grade language arts teacher, I was a little uncomfortable, no~ PETRIFIED to see those third graders coming to my literacy library!  I have my master's degree in reading, but my focus was on adolescent literacy, not diagnostic.  Ask any of my former students, I am PASSIONATE about reading and writing & writing and reading!  I love the challenges that were put forth every day by my previous students: find me a book I will love, I have read most books in the library , how do I make my writing better, etc.  Students who challenge me, cause me to think deeper; I hope I have done the same with them over the years.  

However, I truly don't get why some students struggle with reading!  Now, don't take this the wrong way, please!  I do know there are children who do have learning/reading struggles.  I realize there are holes to be filled.  In a society where books are available through many sources, why is it that children don't read?  Mind-boggling!  

My school is what I would call a fairly affluent school.  For the most part,  the small groups of students I serve on a daily basis are non-readers.  It is really not that they can't read; they just haven't practiced.  I find this heart-breaking!  Why haven't they been turned on to reading?  Who is responsible for this?  Teachers?  The child's first teacher~Parents?  Siblings?  Grand-parents?  Babysitters?  Day Care?  Preschool?  All of the above, beginning with the mom!  

While she is carrying the babe in her womb, why not sit in the comfort of a rocking chair and read to that sweet baby!  The vibrations of the voice have to reach the child... the rhythm of the language... the few minutes alone, away from the hectic daily life... a little joy to end each day... a poem, a chapter of your favorite book, a devotional, a favorite kid's book, whatever is shared with the precious life within is a great way to introduce the love of the written word with this new life the mom is carrying.

I have learned to love those third graders; I knew I would.  We read and share daily celebrating the magic of the written word. We listen to the rhythm of verse.  We laugh and smile, and celebrate small successes daily.  We hug and high five. We struggle and learn~together!  Reading is a community process and activity.  I have come to understand and believe the reading community I am building with my students is much like the initial "rocking chair literacy" introduction these children might have missed.  It brings me pure joy to share this with them! 

I guess time will tell if my hypothesis is correct... or if it really matters.  What  matters is that I can influence these children while I have them... test scores will be tangible evidence that will make the district sing or shout.  What they take from me about my passion for the written word and what leave with me about my lessons from life will be the greatest measure of success for us both.