Tag Archives: My Life

The Lost World of Fiction

Posted on May 26, 2009 by randomyriad

I have not been able to find that mystical space where I find stories. It is lost in the fog of long hours of work and no silence, of dreams interrupted by my alarm at 6:00 in the morning. It … Continue reading →

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Beautiful Weeds/ finding the cracks in the curriculum.

Posted on May 2, 2009 by randomyriad

I think so much of working with children is about the teacher finding something that she has a passion for, something that she has fun with and finding a way to use this passion to energize the children. That means … Continue reading →

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Beginning the Journey Again

Posted on April 12, 2009 by randomyriad

I wrote a comment on a list to a student who was wondering if the Reggio Emilia child centered approach to preschool was they way to go for a teacher just starting out. After I wrote I realized it really … Continue reading →

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A Walk with Mary

Posted on April 8, 2009 by randomyriad

Lake Walk Sunlight falls in stripes on the path “The water is high today,” she points. “Look, this is where the children usually stand and play with their dogs.”

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Where Do the Summer People Go?

Posted on April 7, 2009 by randomyriad

A pastel pink pump on a porch where people gather around a heater. Ed comes up guided by a man who lives in the house. Big, slow Ed,  black bearded and gentle, easy with a laugh, slouching from couch to … Continue reading →

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