Mar 31
By Janice Ewing
During the month of March, along with many others, I participated in the Slice of Life daily writing challenge (details at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com). The facilitators did an amazing job, but, along with information they provided for first-timers, I would add the following – Read more
By Janice Ewing
Lost in writing
is the good kind of lost
not the barren, colorless kind
we’ve all known so well Read more
Mar 30
By Brittany Carlino
In my last post, I spoke about my responsibility of representing and responding to cultural differences while participating in the Fulbright Classroom Teacher Exchange program in Budapest, Hungary. Though I’m no longer teaching in a different country, I still take that responsibility quite seriously in my Great Valley classroom. Even in a room of all American kids, there are still diverse socioeconomic statuses or ethnicities or even interests that can be identified and discussed. Each student has his own story, her own diversity of life experiences to be celebrated. Read more
By Janice Ewing
For as long as I can remember, my brother and I have led different reading lives. Growing up, I was the girl valiantly bringing home as many books as I could carry from the neighborhood library each week, in addition to collecting and devouring my beloved Nancy Drew mysteries. He pored over the coveted action hero comics of the day with his friends, eventually moving on to war and crime novels, while I grew into a love of character-driven realistic fiction. Read more
By Janice Ewing
At first it was called the Retired Writers Group, but that’s really a misnomer, as most of us are working in some capacity and we’re certainly not retired from writing. A more fitting, although clunky name might be Flexible Enough to Meet During the Day Writers. Actually, we’re doing just fine without a name. Read more
By Janice Ewing
I had been warned by a previous instructor that the night custodian was irritable, and just couldn’t wait for the class to leave so he could finish up his end-of-evening chores. I hadn’t met him until last night, when he came in to empty the trash. The last students had just left and I was still gathering my things. Read more
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