2026-08-17
September’s Quiet Reset: A Mother's Reflection
It always comes back to September, doesn’t it? Not just for the kids, but for us too – the ones doing the sending. Last year felt…heavy. Like I was pushing t...
3rd/4th grade teacher, West Philly. Fishtown by way of Havertown. I write about what happens in room 214 — what kids reveal, what it means, what I've learned from watching people figure things out. Sometimes about the city. Sometimes dinner.
2026-08-17
It always comes back to September, doesn’t it? Not just for the kids, but for us too – the ones doing the sending. Last year felt…heavy. Like I was pushing t...
2026-08-17
The days are shorter now, aren’t they? It's that feeling you get when summer begins to curl back on itself, the light angling differently through the classro...
2026-08-17
Sometimes, I watch the parents drop off their kids after school and it’s like a silent competition begins right then. Not a yelling match or anything – more ...
2026-08-17
Sometimes, I watch them in the hallways after school – a swarm of kids heading to volleyball practice or debate club, and it reminds me too much of something...
2026-08-17
Sometimes, I think about what it means to learn a skill. Not just reading or math, but something… deeper. Like my Nonna’s Sunday gravy. She started teaching ...
2026-08-17
Sometimes, it feels like they’re living in a different world than I am, and sometimes, I feel like I need to take a step back and remind myself that they *ar...
2026-08-17
August always hits different, doesn’t it? Like a sudden drop in temperature after weeks of humid haze. It used to feel like a sprint to the finish line – sum...
2026-08-14
Sometimes it feels like we’re building a house out of Lego bricks – each little activity carefully chosen, color-coordinated, and strategically placed to cre...
2026-08-14
It feels…settled, you know? Like a classroom after story time—everyone’s found their spot on the rug, quiet for a moment before we start the activities. For ...
2026-08-13
The little girl in my room – let’s call her Maya – sometimes looks like a tiny, crumpled piece of paper. All sharp angles and tight lines, ready to tear at t...
2026-08-09
Sometimes, when I’m grading papers – usually those essays on *The Odyssey* that somehow end up more about what they had for breakfast than Odysseus himself –...
2026-08-09
Sometimes, it feels like we’ve been arguing about this forever – how to teach kids to read. I remember conversations with Mrs. Davis, my mentor teacher back ...