Sometimes, when I tell people that I write, it gets uncomfortable. Not for me, really, but for them. Because people have a habit of asking me what I write and, almost always, if I’ve been published. That’s where things get…
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Why, yes. I am a writer.
This is what the premier is calling a success.
I haven’t blogged about education in a while. And I won’t lie – it’s been a glorious break. Writing about all the bad parts of my job isn’t fun. Letting myself think about the difficulties doesn’t make me excited to…
2016′s Bookish Adventures
With 2016 winding down, it’s time for me to share where I’ve spent my year. Sure, I could blog about the adventures I went on this year (Mexico! Norway! Denmark!), but that would just remind me that I’m no longer…
The Day After in a Canadian High School
After the first Presidential debate, I promised my grade 12 French class that we could re-hash the American election results en français on the day following the election. It’s something they wanted to do as Canadians. Because they were watching.…
The Potential for Awesome — and for Thumb Cramps
Sometimes, I look at my students on their phones and I can’t even say anything. Because I get it. That need to know what’s happening, when it’s happening. The inability to wait, because waiting means not knowing and not knowing…
Pitch Wars 2016
Greetings, Pitch Warriors! Welcome to my little nook of the web. Feel free to take a look around, but you’ll probably to notice one teensy thing: my post frequency majorly dropped about a year ago. And for good reason. I’ve…
Grads of 2016: Life isn’t for Marks.
This is not an open letter. These aren’t the musings of someone drunk on their own wisdom, spewing their truths onto whatever’s around. But this is a letter. And I am going to shout about what I know. What I’ve…
Home is where the food is
This week, I sat in a chair that hailed from a high school. That, in itself, isn’t anything out of the ordinary. I mean, I sit in school chairs all the time. But this chair was wooden. And stamped with…
2015 in Stories and Adventures
As I prepare to drink a vat of coffee so that I’m actually able to stay up past midnight, I’m (not surprisingly) reflecting on 2015. And I know I’ll never have another year like it. I don’t mean that in…
Bookish High Fives
This has been a strange year. An amazing year, for sure, but not exactly relaxing. So, more than ever, I hid in books. It’s comfortable in books. They’re cozy. Welcoming. They don’t require me to speak when I can’t brain…