I do some of my best writing when I walk the dog. She knows the word “walk” and does her doggy dance, toenails clicking on the tile floor in the front hall, as I click the leash on her collar. Sometimes it feels like an interruption of my work to… Read full post »

How old does this boy look? If he were alive today, he would be about the age of my junior high school students.
 
This spring in social studies, our eighth graders were studying the United States Civil War, so the communication arts teachers decided -- in the interest of interdisciplinary… Read full post »

 

 

Imagine if you will, a United States in which John Boehner is just a guy running a plastics company in addition to struggling in an unpaid position as the Speaker of the United States House of Representatives. Imagine if you will, that Gabrielle Giffords is running… Read full post »

 

Although my husband's surname is Martinez, his mother is German, and the first years of his life he spent with his mother's family in Germany. My husband has an Uncle Volker who lives in Stuttgart, and I started learning about German food in order to please him. Volker enjoys… Read full post »

In the early years of my marriage,  I had a lot of romantic ideas. One of them was about how we would frequently dine al fresco. With that ideal in mind, I purchased a magazine filled with photographs and recipes for the romantic picnicker. I only ever made one of the/…

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How to keep the dog exercised in a "historic, life-threatening" (that's how Weather.com describes it) snowstorm? Blizzard Frisbee, of course. The dog's name is Girlfriend, and printed on her pink flying disc is "Catch It Like a Girl!" Only two problems with Blizzard Frisbee. The driving wind… Read full post »

I have seen the future of journalism. I know it is the future of journalism, because I was the only adult in the room.

It was 8 a.m. yesterday at the fall conference of the Journalism Education Association and the National Student Press Association. Students had undoubtedly been up late… Read full post »

My daughter and husband started studying karate together a couple years ago. The picture is one I took of my daughter at her orange belt graduation demonstrating all the moves she had learned: The Sumo ... Full Nelson ... Eagle's Beak ... 

Isabella and my husband would come home from… Read full post »

I'd forgotten what the summer sky looks like away from city lights. Last Saturday evening, my husband and I fell asleep on the back porch of a house out in the country, gazing up at the Milky Way. Tonight I took the dog out in our yard at home in the… Read full post »

"I have a dream ... "

And it was nowhere near as grand as Dr. King's dream. But that is how my e-mail to Mrs. Casey started last year. Mrs. Casey is the principal at my daughter's elementary school.

My dream was that we take a portion of the green… Read full post »

When my daughter was four, I started thinking about ... I almost said "re-entering the work force." That sounds so stilted. I started thinking about going back to work. Although my career had been in journalism and public relations, my husband knew I had been thinking about re-training as a teacher.&… Read full post »

Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,/Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,/Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,/My master's gone away.

Anyone else remember singing those words as a child? Having just turned 50, I remember a time when elementary school children still sometimes learned the words to blackface… Read full post »

Because our house sits on almost an acre of land overlooking a poor-excuse-for-a-creek, the forces of nature are continually trying to remove the soil from the top of the hill to the bottom, which means I have an ongoing erosion-control project. Most of the year, there is an untidy pile of… Read full post »

A couple years ago, my daughter's school district purchased a new phone system allowing them to place robo calls. Now, instead of having to rely on phone trees or the U.S. Postal Service or notes sent home via backpack mail -- which may or may not be delivered -- our principal… Read full post »

Could I be in trouble here? I'm a communicator and a teacher in training, and I want to be hired to teach in a public school someday. But -- and this is paranoid thinking -- what if someone in a position to hire me takes a look at my posts and… Read full post »

The incidents and characters portrayed in this blog post are purely fictional and any similarity to Reefer Madness is coincidental.

Foreword:

The blog post you are about to read may startle you.

It would not have been possible, otherwise, to sufficiently emphasize the frightful toll of the ne… Read full post »

When our daughter was four, I started thinking about going back to work. However, my earlier career had been in journalism, and that profession was even then in the process of re-inventing itself. I had always been interested in education. My original career goal was to be an English teacher. I… Read full post »

Before starting my coursework in Education, I was strongly of the opinion that teachers should not assess student success through the use of tests, especially standardized testing.  I leaned more toward what I later learned to describe as portfolios and informal- and performance-based asses… Read full post »

It was 3:45 a.m., and I finally admitted I wasn't going to get back to sleep. Insomnia has troubled me for the past few years. All part of getting older, I suppose.

But it wasn't my own sleeplessness I found myself thinking about in the dark hours of the morning. Instead,… Read full post »

With apologies to the Sherman Brothers, who wrote the songs for the move Mary Poppins:

Isabella Martinez:

[Spoken]

Wanted: A nanny for one adorable (well, most of the time) child.

[Sung]

If you want this choice position,

Have a goth chick disposition,

Sallow cheeks and warts!  

Play games,… Read full post »

It was about this time of year -- summertime -- about three decades ago, I had just graduated from college with a degree in a journalism and was job hunting. To tell you the truth, I hadn't a clue -- except for some vague desire to work for National Geographic some… Read full post »