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Resuming

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Each step out of the bubble is a landmark to be celebrated. At least I thought that until the Delta virus resurgence. We had planned our first plane trip deep into the summer because we assumed that by then the pandemic dangers would have receded to a manageable level. The virus thought otherwise. But there we were on our flight to New Hampshire, admittedly one of the safer destinations in the...

A Pause – Finally

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After I post this on Monday morning, Rosellen and I will be heading to the airport for our first pandemic trip, destination New Hampshire. Regular readers know that the state has been an important part of our lives ever since we originally moved there exactly half a century ago. We lived there for eleven years and since we left, we have returned for some part of the summer for thirty-eight years...

What is the Measure of our success?

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This morning I had coffee with a former student. These past weeks have been full of such encounters, some of which I described in my most recent blog. I won’t identify her or describe her work because the conversation was personal, and I didn’t get permission to share the details of our talk. I will say that she has accomplished things as a teacher that many would envy, but now she finds herself...

fly paper

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The hardest day of the school year for me was always the day  students left my classroom and headed off into the summer and the rest of their lives. I’m certain that this is a sentiment I share with every dedicated, committed teacher I’ve ever known. After spending all your working hours – and some of the sleeping ones too – planning, thinking and worrying about this community of...

My stillborn (so Far) creations

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When my granddaughter Dalia asked on her recent visit what I wanted to be when I was her age, my initial answer was that I had no clue, but I did confess to a secret desire to be a writer. (At age ten, she can’t imagine anything other than being a graphic designer.) Truth to tell, my writing aspiration probably didn’t surface until my teenage years when I had fallen hard for Dostoevsky, D.H...

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