Feb. 12, 2013 It's 11:10 a.m. I'm sitting on a pool deck in Miami Beach. Two of my children cavort in the water. The weather report says 27 degrees Celsius but there's a late morning breeze and scattered clouds that occasionally block the sun. I'm starting the middle of the second week of our February vacation. The weather app on my phone informs me that it's still raining in Quito, sunny in Miami, dead winter in Calgary, Boston and NY. I send warm rays of sunshine to the north, Great White and otherwise. How do I unravel a childhood to get at the adolescent - pre- and young adult - that lies dormant inside me? My family is no help. My memories are closed off locked somewhere: Access denied. No journal or diary to read. No love letters to remember. No photographs to help jar my poor memory, atrophied, lost in space and time. So, I must look to the present. The only w...
This blog is a place to ruminate on the problems of teaching. If I am thinking thoughtfully, my posts will hopefully raise more questions than answers. By problematizing teaching we reflect on those questions that are constantly behind, in front, and at center of everything we do in the classroom. Feel free to comment. I'd love to hear what other teachers are thinking about on these and other issues. Cheers! Elisa