The daily meanderings of a teacher

Tag: Writing

  • Solitude is within one’s soul and heart.

    Bird Droppings September 16, 2025 Solitude is within one’s soul and heart. On most mornings, I venture out to take photos of the sunrise animals I encounter and old buildings I find along the way. I write about synchronicity daily and often comment on the events in my life that are synchronous. This morning, my…

  • A chill in the air but not in the heart, thank you Maya Angelou

    Bird Droppings September 15, 2025 A chill in the air but not in the heart, thank you Maya Angelou For several days the now we have been balancing between warm and cold weather in the early mornings which still is too cold for the crickets and tree frogs who need an ambient temperature a bit…

  • Just an observation, or am I seeing something totally different than you 

    Bird Droppings September 14, 2025Just an observation, or am I seeing something totally different than you  “I am that I am”. I read that somewhere many years ago, a simple definition of someone. As I look at its simplicity, are we not all who we are? I grew up in a middle-class family first in…

  • Bird Droppings September 7, 2025An epiphany of sorts on a moonlit September morning  I spent the better part of yesterday avoiding any direction, so intent on the moment I was missing cues to the past and future. It was five years ago that our neighborhood changed. On top of everything, I was worn out from…

  • Grandparenting/Teaching is telling our students and grandchildren; the stories.

    Bird Droppings September 3, 2025 Grandparenting/Teaching is telling our students and grandchildren; the stories. I have been lazy lately. I have been reading over my dissertation, working on a chapter for a book with some friends, but I have not pulled it up in a few days. I am finishing up the first three chapters…

  • Ponderingerest is that even a word?

    Bird Droppings September 2, 2025 Ponderingerest is that even a word? Coming up are some exciting days. One is an interesting yet solemn day marked by dark memories; twenty-four years ago, I started teaching again after a twenty-three-year layoff; thirty-six years ago, we brought a new baby home. So many memories are coming up this…

  • It is about understanding

    Bird Droppings August 31, 2025 It is about understanding I started back to school, and it has been a struggle getting a pace set for three classes and then doing an internship as well. One of my classes is a reading diagnostic class, and the subject of decoding, but not understanding, came up. I read…

  • Being reborn so often takes a religious twist. I see it as listening with the heart.

    Bird Droppings August 29, 2025 Being reborn so often takes a religious twist. I see it as listening with the heart. So often in life, we hear words, rationalize those utterances, develop an opinion, and then logically state a response. I returned to a conversation discussing existentialism with my granddaughter one night nearly eleven years…

  • Can we use the word sacred truthfully?

    Bird Droppings August 27, 2025Can we use the word sacred truthfully? “Teachers who do not take their own education seriously, who do not study, who make little effort to keep abreast of events have no moral authority to coordinate the activities of the classroom.” Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of Freedom I have been a student and…

  • Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big?

    Bird Droppings August 19, 2025Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big? August has been a slow month for sunrises, with clouds and fog nearly every morning. Somehow, between the clouds and even in the fog, I have found images worthy of a photo. Finding the tiny pieces within our existence is a…