Letting Go Of What You Love

Three incidents today, all tied up in the same big idea, but each their own moment ((I thought an awful lot about Alan’s recent post on blogging all day long, too.  So know it’s in here somewhere, too.)). The moments first. This morning I was in a meeting with several of my colleagues on a […]

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Faking It

  I’m working with a couple groups of teachers next week who want to explore the idea of blogging as a way of promoting inquiry and professional growth in their practice. As I’ve proposed to one group, here’s the session description as I’m thinking of it: We’re on the third generation of writing tools for […]

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On Turning 39

I’m writing tonight from a room at the National Writing Project’s Resource Development Retreat in Denver. I’ve been here the last couple of days, working to build some resources and support some other folks to get things made. Several of the NWP’s initiatives and projects are represented here, and there’re folks working on making assignments […]

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Where’s Your Refrigerator?

A couple of years ago, when I was doing some regular work for an area art museum, my daughter, Ani, asked me if, on our next trip to visit the museum, it’d be okay if we took along some of her artwork to show the museum. That was a tricky conversation we had to have […]

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"Pummeled by a Deluge"

Rebecca Blood, a lifetime ago in Internet time, : We are being pummeled by a deluge of data and unless we create time and spaces in which to reflect, we will be left with only our reactions. And when I read Dean yesterday talking of owning one’s space to share one’s words, and then Tony’s […]

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The Parenthetical

I’m spending more and more time in the spaces between the lines.  Or, at least, my thoughts are.  In my writing lately, I’ve been gravitating to the parenthetical, to the notes in the margins that surround the text. ((Perhaps my love of footnotes is a symptom.  Or part of the problem.  Not sure.)) Whatever it […]

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