Teachers Who Listen
In September, Saskia, then just 19 months, began spending three mornings a week at the Sunnyside Child Care Center. This is a dreamy spot: at the end of a road, perched above sloping woods, not far from the path beyond Paradise Pond at Smith College. Picture a...The One In Which the Dog Ate My Thermometer
I don’t have a working thermometer in my house. I used to have one. In fact, I have the broken, battery-less shell of one to prove it and another broken one, as well. The last old oral mercury thermometer shattered a couple of years ago. Through neglect,...Learning to Listen (Better)
Sometimes, my listening skills seem so lacking, as Remy—my ultra-sensitive, ultra-enthusiastic, cranky, sometime perfectionist artist boy—showed me this week. Remy’s a bright-eyed, and extremely bright boy. On the kickball field, he’ll play...Martin, Rosa, Barack, & the Rest of Us
At my kids’ elementary school, every January attention turns to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The school, quite obviously, is not unique in this, although Lucien, my sixth grader assures me that every school across the country does what his school does, and...E-Edition
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