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poem- out in the rain
Usually I have patience to tolerate your negative energy. I can listen to your whining self-indulgence without comment. I can ignore your ignorance, and gently try to inform you. But right now, my...
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poem-warrior weary
(I was just called a “Warrior Teacher Knitting Goddess” I think that might be my favourite compliment ever). . . I am weary Warring with words is exhausting work Protect democracy Fight one battle at a...
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poem-torn
The fabric of my complacency is torn. Tagged: BC, change, complacency, fight, metaphor, micropoem, political action, teachers' strike, torn
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commentary- Dear Parents of BC
The following is my own opinion. After discussions with many friends and colleagues, I feel secure in using a collective ‘we’ rather than the singular ‘I’. We’re voting to ratify a negotiated...
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poem-soul rain
It’s grey and misty out like our future Vote yes? Vote no? Rain on our hopes. . . . (This is actually about the BC Teachers’ ratification vote, but since Scotland is also in the midst of its...
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poem-snow day
It snowed and snowed and snows and snows. The radio announces the school districts are cancelling school. The radio announcers laugh at how happy the kids are to have extended vacation. Meanwhile the...
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poem- fire again
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, they say and all around me is grey. The hills are obscured by haze the acrid scent of it bites my nostrils creates an ache in my throat, until I want to go anywhere...
View ArticleEducation- Small but mighty learning
The following article was originally published in The Gateway newspaper, Sicamous, BC, June 2014. I no longer teach at ERS, but the school continues to engage in innovative programs with some of the...
View Articlepoem-where there’s smoke
she left the window open woke to ash on the couch mountains are obscured noon light is yellow armageddon glow our expressions of worry furrowed brows above our masks (N95 now) don’t ask about our...
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