We’re The Same

On a Tuesday in April last year, I meandered into Ms. V’s class, just to hang out. She called on volunteers and non-volunteers, encouraged group work, spoke in a fair, respectful tone, and was generally an excellent teacher for the entire 53 minutes. Later, when...

Pattern Play Pedagogy

  A month ago, I wrote about my comfort with my daughter doing something imperfectly. An update happened this week that I want to share with you:   Pickle’s birthday was last month, and she was gifted (along with lots of glitter and pink crap) the box...

Looming Obsolescence

  “This technology stuff is really… it’s quite a learning curve.” Sandra1 called our office with a few weird Chromebook occurrences, so Patrick and I went to her class. After 20 minutes of troubleshooting (as she guided her students in...

Aminals

If you follow my escapades on Twitter, you know that I have a 4.9-year-old daughter named Pickle. (Seen here, age 2.7) Pickle, how many cars do you have? P: Five! Let’s count them. P: Otay! 1-2-3-4! How many are there? P: Five!#tmwyk pic.twitter.com/MKO1EguIag —...