School’s Out for Summer – Let’s Play!

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Without the threat of looming school deadlines, tests, grades and mandated curriculum, a lot of learning can happen.

Summers provide the kind of learning that usually doesn’t happen in school. Children and young people don’t have to worry about cramming for a test, memorizing facts, doing homework or getting graded on their work or lack of work. It’s kind of liberating.

Summers, without school, offer a respite of sorts for all the young people who have suddenly gained back six to seven hours of their daily lives. In the best case scenario, they can sleep in, stay in their pajamas if they want to and plan their day without any direct instruction from an adult. They learn time management in real time. It’s kind of empowering.

Many children experience and exhibit more carefree attitudes during the summer months. It’s not surprising. They can determine their daily agendas without the interruption of bells or teachers telling them what comes next. They can order their own play with or without friends. They can explore indoors or outside using their own powers of perception, creativity and imagination. They can learn from observation, interaction and risk-taking.  It’s kind of exhilarating.

Of course all of this can fly out the window with a little help from well-meaning parents or caretakers who over-schedule a child’s every waking moment. Summers are often filled with adult planned activities designed to promote learning and to use time wisely. It makes us a good parent, right?

Camping is a great summer learning adventure and some young people really enjoy it. Extended, or multiple summer camps chosen by parents, however, may suck the life out of an otherwise enjoyable summer for a young person. This is especially true if they don’t want to be there. Coercion is not a great teaching tool.

Some believe that children won’t learn unless someone is teaching them so summer becomes an extended school year. Our misconceptions around learning are largely due to our own inability to hear the voices of our children. They don’t need moment by moment scheduled activities. They don’t need constant supervision.  They need the freedom to explore, play, design, imagine, innovate, sleep, eat, laugh and have fun. They can actually learn in those situations.

Play is learning hard at work. 

Holt - learning is activity

School’s out for summer, so let them play!

Coming Soon…


There is no doubt that being a grandparent is one of life’s best gifts. In most cases, you can enjoy them without the heavy responsibility of “raising” them.  It’s a real sweet spot for sure.

I wrote in an earlier blog about my dear grandma and what I learned from her wisdom and sacrifices. I’ve also written about how I’ve learned from my grandchildren. (Check back to my July 10, 2016 and August 7, 2017 blogs.)

There is truly a “grand” relationship between these two generations that simply defies comprehension. There is plenty of unconditional love and an abundance of patience on both ends, two qualities that were surely tested in the parent/child scenario.

News Bulletin: I get to be a grandma once again with a new little boy arriving in early July. I’m getting ready! Well maybe not as rigorously as his parents are, but I’m working on a self-directed, self-imposed curriculum in grand parenting 2.0. This is vital since there has been a ten year gap in little ones and a twenty year gap since my first grandchild was born.

To put it bluntly, I’m older! I know because picture albums show me easily sitting cross-legged on the floor, building Lego houses with my first couple of grandchildren. At this point in time, getting on the floor also means having to get up, which is no longer an easy feat or a pleasant sight.  I see pictures of me lifting my 20-25 pound grandchildren into a high chair, a car, and a swing wondering how I did that without wincing.

I plan to complete this prep course for young at heart, but old in body, grandparents like me. I am lifting weights, packing heavier grocery bags and taking the steps more often. I’m parking my car far from store entrances so the walk is longer. I’m also playing memory games, like where did I park my car and where are my keys? I’m hoping to pass with flying colors but I’ve been known to fail a time or two in my life. Nevertheless, I am in this 100%.

Bad knees are my nemesis. As the dictionary definition of Nemisis states: the inescapable agent of someone’s or something’s downfall. Not now! I’m hoping to forge ahead regardless because I am going to be a Grammy again and there is nothing better on earth than being a grandparent.

Coming soon…another grand-baby to love!

A Note to Teachers – Thank you!

Typical Teacher To Do list (with added comments for emphasis).

  1. Plan lessons and prepare classroom and materials. (Non-stop.)
  2. Individualize/personalize instruction. (Good Luck!)
  3. Design and deliver appropriate assessments. (Have we agreed yet on what is appropriate?)
  4. Maintain records on attendance, assessments, and grades. (The fun part.)
  5. Supplement textbooks with appropriate additional materials. (Keep looking.)
  6. Utilize a classroom management strategy that works. (Keep looking.)
  7. Keep records and identify students with special needs, health related, behavioral, etc. (Keep these kids in mind when doing # 2 and # 3.)
  8. Contact and work with parents/caregivers/counselors etc. via email, phone, and conferences. (Are there regular business hours for this?)
  9. Collect money for various activities; meals, field trips, fund raisers, etc. (Don’t leave the $$$ in your desk.)
  10. Plan and prepare field trips including student health related needs. (This is not a waste of time.)
  11. Attend school and district meetings. (In moderation of course.)
  12. Collaborate with colleagues. (Often and always.)
  13. Complete paper work and expectations for regular teacher evaluation. (Hoop jumping.)
  14. Spend personal money to enhance classroom. (Think of it as a contribution to a good cause.)
  15. Take additional classes for profession growth and development.  (In order to earn more money…so you can enhance your classroom.)
  16. Maintain a positive attitude. (Keep trying.)
  17. Add ten more that I’ve missed and repeat every school year.

I’d like to list two others.

  • Make learning meaningful, authentic and fun.
  • Keep the child as the focus.

These two are so important and sometimes lost in the myriad of mandated items that school teachers must do.  For those who think out of the conventional school box, these two might be the only ones on your list. Just imagine!

Whether public, private, charter, homeschooling or unschooling, a caring and kind adult makes all the difference in the life of a child. Thank you to all who accept this responsibility.




What Schools Tell Us And What We Believe

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I woke up on Monday morning so excited to meet my eleven year old granddaughter at a library half way between her home and mine.  While driving thirty minutes to the designated meeting spot, I found myself in a “feel good” moment as the rays from an emerging spring sun periodically lit on my face. Surviving a rather long and cold winter I welcomed this spectacular warmth.

The beautiful hills and valleys I traveled were dotted with farm silos, horses and cows, and farm machinery. It reminded me of a time long ago when I traveled this same route on visits back home to Pennsylvania with my husband and four children. Soaking in the sights, I almost missed the exit to the back road where this beautiful library sat nestled on a small hill directly above a lovely park and children’s playground.

My daughter had an appointment to keep so I had at least an hour to spend with my granddaughter. Our meeting came about from a brave decision my daughter made to pull her daughter out of the local public school about two weeks ago. At this point in the school year, many might say why pull her out now? When my daughter shared her decision with me, I said, “Congratulations – how can I help?” So my help came in the form of meeting at the library to see where Alexis is with regard to mathematics.

In an attempt to gauge how best I could help her, I asked her a few questions. First, to share with me the school assigned 5th grade math books she brought with her. She set FIVE paperback books on the table and proceeded to tell me the purpose of each one. One for classwork, one for homework, one for extra practice, one for more extra practice and one that was an exact duplicate of the other.  FIVE books!  As one whose job it was to order and purchase textbooks for my former school district, all I could see was dollar signs $$$$$ and money wasted that might have gone towards teacher salaries.  I set the books aside.

Before moving onto the the next question, she informed me that she was not very good in math, that she was just average. I asked her how she came up with that analysis. Without hesitation, she said, “that’s what my teacher told me.” I asked her if she thought that was true. She giggled and said, “maybe or maybe not.”

As we made our way through this informal math Q & A,  she started to perk up quite a bit.  The discussion gave us a starting point and without my direction, she chose to focus on fifth grade fractions.  I shared the online Khan Academy as a quick way for her to access/practice fraction problems. I asked her to explain to me the steps she took to get her answers.  She easily did that. She also told me that there is not enough time in school to ask a lot of questions so sometimes she doesn’t get the right answer. 

She was also quite amused that the method shown (pictorial fraction segments) in the Khan Academy video was different than how her book taught her but that the answer was still correct. I assured her that there might be even more ways to solve problems than the way we had both learned. She approved that idea and said, “I’d love to know them all!”

I let her decide when it was time to end since her mom gave us an open-ended opportunity. She chose to take four of the mini quizzes that Khan offers before calling it quits for the morning. She made one or two minor errors that she chose to correct. Her proclamation before we headed to the park sounded like this; “I guess I’m not average after all and I really do like math, thanks Grammy!” I just asked questions and she directed herself.

My takeaways:

  1. Worth the 30 minute drive.
  2. Happy to help.
  3. Beautiful time with my granddaughter.
  4. Alexis asking when will we do math together again.

Her takeaways:

  1. Worth the 30 minute drive.
  2. Glad my Grammy can help.
  3. Fun time with Grammy.
  4. Learning that she is not “average” whatever that is, and that she might actually like math.

Footnote:  I highly recommend going to a park right after doing math, it’s exhilarating! 


Schools For Learning

The “educational” twitter feeds are full of great ideas offering to make school much better for the learner. I read them all the time, like this one; “Knowledge shouldn’t just be a landing point—it should be a springboard. More class time needs to be devoted not just to mastering the material, but launching from it.” (Education Week) Or this one; “Every child deserves an adult who will never give up on them…” (MindShift) Or this one; “Recess is often sacrificed to make room for more academics. The research says that’s a big mistake.” (Edutopia)

There are also a plethora of eduvoices declaring what needs to happen in schools in order to better prepare students for life. Listed below are a notable few.

  • “High school is where we connect students with their futures by uncovering their passions and developing their unique interests and strengths … Ultimately society needs many diverse talents, and standardization that ranks and sorts on a single dimension does not serve us well.” (Linda Darling-Hammond)
  • “Research shows that for qualitative feedback to help, it must replace grades. When students get a comment AND a grade, as Dylan William observed, the 1st thing they look at is the grade, and the 2nd thing they look at is…someone else’s grade.” (Alfie Kohn)
  • “The emphasis on testing comes at the expense of teaching children how to employ their natural creativity and entrepreneurial talents – the precise talents that might insulate them against the unpredictability of the future in all parts of the world.” (Sir Ken Robinson)

It never ceases to amaze me how the school world latches on to these morsels of wisdom even to the point of paying massive consultant fees to bring these folks to their schools or districts. I know this happens. I did it in my leadership roles over the years. But what happens after they leave? What happens after the professional development for teachers is completed? What happens for the students? What changes?

Viewing this phenomenon now from a different perch in life, I find it simply baffling. Smart people in schools, seem to recreate the hamster/wheel scenario on a regular basis. We run after the latest, so-called research-based, best practices or other new buzz word only to find that nothing much really changes for the learner. In the meantime, teachers are in a constant state of flux trying to keep up with the new expectations often feeling exhausted and somewhat burdened under the weight. Why do we do this over and over?

Here is my eduvoice added to the mix.

The ultimate goal of schooling should be authentic and meaningful learning.

Instead, it is artificial learning.

Students learn how to fill out worksheets. They learn how to take tests and provide the correct answer. They learn how to behave and how to make the teacher happy. They learn a vast array of disjointed facts that they must memorize. They learn their worth in the value of grades, GPA, and test scores. They learn that time is not on their side and that asking questions may or may not be profitable. They learn that the goal of school is to get good grades, pass a grade level and go to the next one until it’s over in 12th grade.

As Alfie Kohn points out, “In a word, learning is decontextualized. We break ideas down into tiny pieces that bear no relation to the whole. We give students a brick of information, followed by another brick, followed by another brick, until they are graduated, at which point we assume they have a house. What they have is a pile of bricks, and they don’t have it for long.”

Young people are not given the time or the opportunity to go much deeper than a particular grade level curriculum allows. They are one of too many in a classroom that is designed to get them from point A to point B in exactly 8 or 9 months give or take a day or two.  Never mind that some can go much farther than point B or that others have not arrived at point A yet. We call these two points, gifted and at-risk.  Interesting that we feel the need to label learners based on how quickly or slowly they learn, when in fact it is inherently normal. We all learn differently, at different rates and in different ways.

The idea to totally revamp a compulsory, coercive, artificial structure of schooling that inhibits authentic, deep, and relevant learning is seen as radical and risky. What is truly radical and risky is the continued practice of running the hamster wheel in the hope of producing resilient and resourceful learners ready to take on their world. They know the wheel, the world is another story.

What can we do now? How can schools facilitate real learning? Who has the courage to face the needed changes that will spark a revolution in education? Many brave visionaries are forging this path with much success.  I wish there were more.

For a place to start, let’s get out of the hamster wheel of schooling. Let’s do authentic and meaningful learning, the kind of learning that lasts a lifetime not just for a test. It’s not really that hard to do. Please read my book, Learning Unleashed: Re-imagining and Re-purposing our schools.

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Returning to a State Near you – “The Streetlight Days!”


I remember playing outside all summer long. I came home for lunch and dinner and then went back outside again. My mom didn’t always have a clear view of me and it didn’t seem to matter. In the evenings, the city street lights coming on was the signal to go home. That was around 8:30-9:00 p.m.

When I walked home by myself at 9:00 p.m., no one called the police to report neglect. No one reported my parents to child protective services. No other parent scolded me for being out too late. Police drove by occasionally and some even walked the neighborhood. This was in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s. I wasn’t afraid and I was proud of myself for knowing and following my mother’s rule about being home by dark.

I learned responsibility, independence, competency, negotiation skills, and a taste of freedom. I learned how to make decisions and to determine what I wanted to do for ten hours a day. On rainy days, I often went to friend’s house or had a friend at my house. Sometimes I just wanted to jump in puddles although my mother wasn’t thrilled with that choice. Again, I decided what I wanted to do. I developed a great imagination and was rarely bored.

I’m thankful that I did not have a hovering mother. She allowed me to grow up with self-confidence and a great degree of independence. I raised my four children the same way. It was the 1980’s and they had the same rules that worked in the 50’s and 60’s. They knew to be home when the street lights came on and rarely broke that rule. Did anything change much in those twenty to thirty years? Not really, except for the milk cartons.

Stories of missing and abducted children seemed to rise in the late 1980’s. In fact, their sweet faces were on every milk carton which really frightened many parents. It frightened me too. In response, I gave my children a secret word to protect them from a possible stranger trying to abduct them. If a stranger approached and did not immediately say the secret word, they were to run away as fast as they could. I did not worry much because every one of my children were good runners!

Most of these abductions were by the child’s parent or other family member with no real explanation. Rarely was it listed as a stranger abduction, but it instilled enough fear into parents that the hover and helicopter movement kicked into high gear. I refused to let this kind of fear grip me or my children and to rob them of their independence and freedom. They still played outside and still had to be home at street light time. Times have changed and so have the rules.

An unfortunate side effect of this story is the lack of independence and freedom now foisted upon a generation of young people who are always watched. The heartbreaking stranger abduction of  those we’ve seen reported on the news keeps parents very wary of allowing too much freedom for fear of losing their most precious gift, their child. Understandably, some of you reading this may agree that hovering is a form of love and protection and will continue to do so at all costs.

There are also those who believe in allowing their children to experience the kind of growth and learning that comes from freedom and independence. This is, of course, based on a child’s maturity. As with most important child rearing decisions, it should be a matter of parental choice. A child walking to school, or a store alone, should not signal a call to the police. A young person taking a bus or subway should not signal parent neglect or abuse.  Unfortunately, the pendulum has swung in the other direction based on fears and emotion not necessarily facts.

According to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, between 2012 and 2016, over 95% of all reported abductions were by family members. Typically, these are parents that do not have custody rights and take their children against court orders. It is a very sad story on many levels, but particularly for the child who may constantly be on the run with the parent who chose to take them. A smaller percentage represents children who runaway from home and are reported missing by families. Stranger abductions account for less than 1% but are still frightening, especially when they are reported via news media as if they are a regular occurrence.

Who gets to decide the best way to parent a child? Apart from the obvious abhorrent cases of child abuse or sex trafficking of young people, which should be reported, most parents “raise” or “grow” their children with great care.

There is a fine line between a healthy dose of independence and a constant, minute by minute accounting for the whereabouts of one’s child. In some cases, a child’s day is completely orchestrated for them. It begins with compulsory school for six to seven hours, after school team sports, supervised structured play activities, time robbing homework, and parent controlled access to the outside world via social media outlets. The only time a child has to herself is while she is sleeping. She is no doubt dreaming of what real freedom and independence looks and feels like.

It is no surprise that schools are dealing with lack of grit or perseverance. Why should our children demonstrate those skills when just about everything is done for them. They are watched, scheduled, and manipulated most of their waking hours.

It is almost unbelievable that a law was passed in Utah allowing kids to be kids. A LAW HAD TO BE PASSED that allows children to:

“walk, run or bike to and from school, travel to commercial or recreational facilities, play outside and remain at home unattended.” The law does not say what the “sufficient age” is.

“Under the law, state child-welfare authorities can no longer take children away from their parents if their kids are caught doing those various activities alone, as long as their kids are adequately fed, clothed and cared for.”  Washington Post article

This came about due to the taking of children, not by strangers, but by child protective services who accused parents of neglect when allowing their children to walk to or from school. Similar circumstances happened in several states. Utah decided it wouldn’t happen there as long as children are well cared for otherwise.

When we rob kids of the ability to navigate their world using their own powers of observation and reason, we tamper with their ability to do so in adult life. I enjoyed that opportunity and experience as a child and so did my children. I am now seeing my grandchildren enjoy those same opportunities even amid the scary “predator” stories out there.

Let me recommend a good place to start for parents and teachers who might be interested in letting go a bit.

Let Grow Project

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Divergent – A New Script

In a world so divided by ideology, politics, religion, race, gender and a myriad of other subtle and not so subtle mind controlling agendas, it seems difficult to find any common ground these days. Each philosophical camp appears ready and willing to attack, with the intent to kill, dissenting views in the name of whatever. We are not content to just disagree. Instead, we seem driven to shame, ridicule and beat non-conformist into submission. It’s a sad state of affairs, seemingly fueled by those who benefit from the chaos.

This sounds like an intriguing trailer for the next distopian-type movie. Wait, I do believe that’s already been done a few times. Apparently, it doesn’t matter. We the people, fanatically and repeatedly seem to feast on such fare. The script is rehearsed in non-stop sound bites from our obliging media world, left, right, center and out-of-the-box altogether persuasions. They throw the morsels our way, we race to consume whatever their daily menus provide and we are satisfied, validated in our contempt for the “other” whomever they may be.

At some point, as a human race, we have to ask ourselves, “Is it worth the hate and anger?” Is it worth the time and energy? Will the stalking attack, the targeted kill, and the determined destruction of dissenting, marginal or uncomfortable ideas create a better world for our children? Some think so. I do not.

I think those who call themselves adults owe it to next generations to model decency in discourse and peaceful coexistence with those near and far from our world view. There is nothing wrong with expressing an opinion, as I am now. However, when one demands that others except their opinion as fact, we have lost our moral compass.

DNA tells us that no two people are exactly alike. We are each unique, with our own set of genetics, life experiences, and beliefs.  That’s a good thing! How boring life would be if we were all the same. Fortunately and unfortunately, history has taught us important and tragic lessons about grandiose opinions of SELF or CAUSE. Some have yet to learn those lessons.

Sadly, we live in a world of broken people. Some are broken by circumstances beyond their control and others by their own choices. There are broken adults and broken children. Sometimes the broken among us seem vile,  deranged or evil. They sometimes use their brokenness in seemingly hostile ways to send a message to the rest of us. Are we hearing them? Are we listening? 

Innocent young people in our schools, concert-goers at live events, runners in marathons, people enjoying a night out with friends and those who go to work everyday in structures built to withstand high winds and shaking ground have become targets for the broken among us. Brokenness comes like a thief in the night to kill and destroy.  Its victims are rendered helpless.

We strive to learn all we can about how to prevent the broken from wreaking havoc again on innocent people. What have we discovered? What is the answer? Some say guns are the root problem, some say mental illness is, others say both. Many say breakdowns in communication or school/law enforcement program effectiveness failed. We are fed continuous footage, 24/7 of each and every angle. I’d like to add my voice to the mix.

Having taught and been in schools most of my life, I have seen first hand, hundreds of broken young people. They are often sitting in or outside the principal’s office. They are often ostracized by other students, unintentionally marginalized by school staff, shuffled off for special education testing, counseling, suspensions and sometimes expulsions. Where do they end up? Who befriends them? How do they integrate into society after their schooling years?

I am not criticizing schools or school personnel. I know that most of them sincerely care about their students and want to make a positive difference. Simply put, schools can’t provide everything a child may need in the course of a seven hour school day. And yet, this is exactly what our lawmakers have prescribed in heavy doses over the years.

Schools are urged to provide health clinics, intensive mental health services, full time counselors, resource officers, mediation teams and in some places, training for teachers to carry a concealed weapon. This is incredibly frightening. Is this what school has become?

Along with rigorous academic and extra-curricular programs that prepare students for college and careers, schools are charged with monitoring what students eat for lunch, how much time they exercise each day, how emotionally and socially stable they are, and how they handle conflict. Schools have become a socially engineered microcosm of the greater community. Every possible need must be met by schools, all except spiritual needs, as they are off-limits.

What if school is re-imagined, recreated, revitalized to be something quite different than it is now? What if the old paradigm shifts to something altogether divergent? What if the factory schools shut down, and new, innovative methods for learning took hold in every city and town across the United States?

Radical as it may seem, schools as we know them may slowly fad into the sunset. 

Their original purpose is lost in a new technology driven world that makes old school a relic of the past. Schools have not served and never will be able to serve all the unique needs of every young person now and especially in the future. They’ll keep trying though. Union voices, and those supported by these political unions will keep old school alive as long as possible. They will do it in the name of equity and social justice.  Ironically, neither of which are fully apparent in most schools.

I can hear teachers clamoring already. What about our profession? What about our salaries and benefits? What about our knowledge and expertise? Where will student go to learn? What will parents do with their children for seven to eight hours a day?

I envision a group of courageous, bright and awesome teachers joining together to open or share space in local venues such as community centers, libraries, etc. Parents choose these teachers to assist in their child’s learning experience based on offered curriculum. It’s not an all day experience either, just a portion of time as needed. Specialized teams can serve students with special needs. This is home/community schooling partnership at its best. It puts the responsibility of educating young people, first in the hands of the family, secondly in the hands of those invited and chosen to participate.

Of course it can’t be free at the point of delivery so fees must be charged. Fair and reasonable fees that don’t mimic private schooling, and serve the community is the goal. It’s doable, similar to how private practice doctors used to serve their neighborhoods. This was before huge pharmaceuticals and insurance companies took over and hiked the cost and reduced the services for everyone. Those who cannot afford to pay the teacher(s) in full are given reduced payment schedules. Those who can’t afford reduced payment, would be eligible for scholarship support.

There are no full time, paid managers such as principals, curriculum directors, or superintendents. They really are not needed. Public schools are forced to march to the beat and costs of  federal and state mandates. Private entities are less restricted. The teachers, with input from the community, run the program and its services. Local businesses have vested interest in supporting this venture as well as religious and health related entities.  There are no costly school bills to pay such as maintenance, landscaping, new school building projects, or cafeteria workers. Rented space, joint use space, free space or a combination of each of these are all options.

Now I hear school officials gasping in disbelief. Understandably so.

It’s a different mind set that is hard to contemplate when all you know is the status quo. 

Parent choice, satisfaction, and results ensure the longevity of such a radical departure from school as we now know it. Every aspect of this model is built from the ground up not the top down. Grass roots built on community and commitment to authentic learning may be the future, divergent paradigm of schooling.


Thoughts to ponder as a divergent thinking process:

  • If all, and especially marginalized young people, were able to learn in a smaller setting, with less restrictive procedures, practices, or punitive measures, would they thrive more?
  • If young people/parents chose their teachers personally and had the opportunity to make friends in a less restrictive environment, would they grow?
  • If children had adults helping them set and meet their goals in a more self-directed manner would they learn anything?
  • If anyone felt lost and alone in large steel and concrete school buildings that seem impersonal and antiseptic, would these local centers offer them a viable alternative?
  • What if parents reclaimed the educating responsibility and chartered a unique and specifically tailored path for their children with the help of those who love to teach?

It’s not only possible, it’s an idea whose time has come.




Grandma’s Sock Drawer

Have you ever heard someone say, “I’ve always wanted to…” ?

The three dots can stand for just about anything. Some folks past 60 call this a bucket list. Do you have one? I do, but I’ve always been a “to-do list” type of person. It helps me stay on track and feel productive. I also create lists because I have a bad memory, but that’s another story for a different blog.

I’m starting to get occasional glimpses of life’s conveyor belt drop-off point. That signals a stronger desire to tackle my bucket list rather vigorously. I’m well on my way having checked off quite a few since retiring from the schooling world in 2015.  It’s simply amazing how much you can accomplish when your energy and time is utilized doing things that you love. For me these include, my grandchildren, writing, drawing, painting, volunteering and being there for those who might be in need.

Such was the case when I was recently approached by a friend of my sister to consider designing a front cover for her new book. My first gut reaction was – “I’m not that good.”  “I draw and paint for the pleasure not for sharing with the world.” My second, and better reaction was a resounding, “Yes of course, I can help with that!” That is what I did.

I’m sharing with all of my followers this adventurous and fun to read book, written by Sue Agauas. She has penned an exciting, mysterious and compelling novel for young people, fifth through eighth grade. She took the plunge checking off an item from her  her “to-do list” and entered the NaNoWriMo contest offered by KindleScout. Her application was chosen. The first 5,000 words are available to read. If chosen for publication, further proofreading and editing will follow. So keep that in mind as you read.

I loved reading this book myself. It transported me to a time and place where I became lost in Sue’s incredible descriptions of other worlds. It also helped me to design the cover using her suggestions from details in the book.  Please check it out yourself at the link provided below and nominate it. If it is selected for publication, and you nominated it, you’ll receive a free copy.


Enjoy the book excerpts and hit the nominate button!


The Grass Isn’t Always Greener…

Growing up with two sisters was great, but I always wanted a brother. I’m not sure why.  Maybe it was because I was surrounded by girl cousins, five of them, making us eight girls strong. I know I had four other cousins (two girls and two boys) but I didn’t see them much until I was older. The allure and curiosity of the unknown made wanting a brother even more important to me.

We seem to sometimes want what we don’t have or as the adage goes, the grass is always greener on the other side.

As destiny would have it, I was blessed with three sons and one daughter. Voila, boys! Birth order as follows; son, son, daughter, son. Any problem with that configuration? Apparently, my daughter thought so. Upon arriving home from the hospital with my third son and last child, she emphatically exclaimed, “Take him back, I asked for a girl!”

Fortunately, most of our family and friends had girls so Amy was relieved to have playmates to her liking.

My three sons always had an extra friend or two at our house which increased the boy ratio quite substantially. Often Amy was surrounded and sometimes overwhelmed with a dinner table of five or more males eyeing the bowl of pasta and meatballs. Out of necessity, she learned how to aggressively get her fair share.

Our house was always buzzing with noise, sibling battles, rough housing and tug of wars on chores. I remember thinking to myself that someday I would have a quiet house. Someday I would be able to relax and not stress so much. Someday, I would relinquish all the loud, over reacting and angry mother mode tendencies for a kinder and gentler woman.

Now being a Grandma has given me an onslaught of girls. The current ratio is 4:2 but this is always subject to change of course.  A new arrival is due this summer which can tip the scale either way.  Whether boy or girl, I am excited to be a Grandma again!

There is something unique and quite special about being a Grammy. That kinder, gentler woman I longed to be finally emerged. I don’t seem to stress over anything, all is good. I am so relaxed and happy when I am with any and all of my grands. It makes me happy to make them happy!

The grass always seem greener until we realize that our own grass is just perfect!

I’m glad I have two sweet sisters. I didn’t miss out on anything. I’m thankful for all my dear cousins, girls and boys. I love my three sons, one daughter, and two stepsons. They are particularity precious to me and so are their spouses. The grandchildren are my unique rewards for living a life of faith, hope and love.

Who could ask for anything more?

Where There’s A Will, There’s A Way

I don’t get my news on Facebook and never will. It does help me stay connected with a small circle of family and friends that are important to me. As a baby boomer, I enjoy seeing photos of new grandchildren, special life events and anything having to do with learning, kids, and pets.

This past week, I glanced at a post on Facebook that compared the academic accomplishments of a few well-known cable news entertainers. The post pointed to credentials as trustworthy evidence of credibility. The blurb written across the post said; “If you don’t think education matters, then you probably got your news from the dropouts.”  The so-called “credible” news entertainer’s face was above (with listed credentials), and looming over the smaller photos of the so-called drop outs. Two words that immediately came to my mind were arrogance and ignorance.

The words “…education matters…” are what really caught my eye on this particular post.

What really matters?

It’s sad that we promote and brag about the educational caste system we’ve created and sustained over decades. Our society seems to thrive on a winners and losers mentality. Earned degrees, fame and fortune earn high praise and merit, while self-taught, out of the conventional school box thinkers and entrepreneurs are given less credibility. Why?

What makes one smart? How do we know? What do our students need to know and be able to do in order to succeed in their future?

Words of Wisdom

The quote below, is a smart man’s words of wisdom on this matter.

“…individuals will have to be able to function comfortably in a world that is always in flux. Knowledge will continue to increase at a dizzying rate. This means that a content-based curriculum, with a set body of information to be imparted to students, is entirely inappropriate.” – John Taylor Gatto

“In a healthy community, the teaching function belongs to everyone.” – John Taylor Gatto

John Taylor Gatto’s credibility does not lie in his earned degrees, but in his honesty and life experience working with young people. His credentials didn’t earn him the two-time title Teacher of the Year, the success of his students did. His various books, interviews and speeches didn’t elevate him to credible status, his relentless pursuit of educational freedom did. I appreciate his smart voice and the voice of others who bravely point us in a different direction when it comes to the the matter of education.

Education does matter, but it’s a matter of choice.

There’s not one way to learn, not one way to be smart and not one way to be accomplished. When we start acknowledging that there are many kinds of smarts, we’ll have learned the greatest lesson of all. Being smart has little to do with the number of years we spend in a classroom or the number of degrees displayed on our wall.

In a rapidly changing world, our young people will need the kind of thinking, reasoning, freedom, and creativity that schools can’t possibly provide. The set curriculum must be taught within the allotted time frame because there is a final test, a high stakes test, and of course, grades and grade point averages to tabulate. Freedom and spontaneity are not on the school’s agenda.

Real learning is real doing, not listening and regurgitating for a grade.

Schools don’t create conditions or circumstances that require the depth of thinking and reasoning needed to truly solve authentic problems because the sterile and contrived environment doesn’t allow for it.  School was never designed to foster or support true collaboration, experimentation, or innovation. It was designed to mass produce compliant workers who do what they are told. It hasn’t changed  much over the years. Even when schools market themselves as innovative and cutting edge, their efforts become outdated within a short period of time just like textbooks.

While students attempt to digest the spoon fed school formula, their young minds are wildly racing in a different direction. They have lots of questions, but no time for answers. They have lots of curiosity, but no time to use their imagination. They have ideas that no one really wants to hear. Their task is to pay attention, follow directions, listen and repeat, do homework, take tests and pass to the next grade level. They are not self directing anything in school but are expected to have grit and perseverance while there.

The old school construct is stuck in a time warp.

We are trying to deliver what many call a world-class education, in an outdated school paradigm. If school focused on truly building and supporting critical thinkers, innovators, or entrepreneurs, the system would be better designed to facilitate that approach. It’s not.

A wealth of knowledge is available to young people beyond the four walls of a classroom. This is not an indictment against teachers, they just find themselves stuck in an old paradigm. Many teachers do attempt to bring the world into their classrooms or to visit the world outside as best they can given the confines of time and mandates.

Smart teachers know what they don’t know, and if given the opportunity and freedom, they can offer so much more to their students beyond their own skill and knowledge set. This might require more field trips, more online, real-time learning, more shared responsibility and most of all, more student choice. This is a challenge for most schools, but not impossible.

The adage, “where there’s a will, there’s a way” seems appropriate for schools to consider.

The question remains, Where is the will?