Welcome to all, especially those who are following this year's Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem, an annual April tradition begun in 20...

Greetings from the sodden mid-Atlantic, where on Mother's Day I looked at my weather app and saw something I truly thought was some ki...

  Readers, I have now become a woman d'un certain âge.  Many would say that with age comes wisdom; I maintain that my main function in ...

It was fairly easy, at the dinner table on our Yuletide Day of Intellect, to answer Daisy's question,"Who is Garrison Keillor ?...

As primary school teachers go, I'm a bit of a rock-and-roller, at least in the musical sense. This is proving helpful at the moment: du...

Those of us who thrive in the classroom environment have now been out of school long enough to be thinking of "next year." (Actual...

I've been a fan of Natalie Merchant since near the beginning, and many of her songs with the band 10,000 Maniacs are in my top 50 of al...

Today's poem is really part of a song from Tom Chapin's album "Billy the Squid." In case you don't know him, Tom Chapi...

it's soothing to chant something like the following, in which everything set backwards and upside down leads to a sense of floating rath...

Becoming a math teacher has begun to take its effect on my real life. I find I have begun increasingly to think of the world in mathematical...

I'm not at my best this morning, but both of us were smokin' last night at the Out for Equality Inaugural Ball. Everybody was alread...

Ce matin, Duncan crie ses applaudissements. Daisy danse somnolente-réveillée. Fiona embrasse tous ses proches virtuellement. Et moi, je pleu...