Good morning and Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there!
As I woke up this morning, I couldn’t help but smile at all the good in the world despite COVID-19. I’m amazed at the acts of kindness, humanitarian efforts, and creativity that surrounds us as we all adjust to our new normal.
This has me thinking back to lessons we learned in History classes, and I can’t help but wonder if part of the stories were left untold. When we learned about dark times such as the Great Depression or World War I and II, we only read about what went wrong. I know people died or that people suffered, so somehow, I just assumed everyone was collectively miserable. I never stopped to think that during those difficult times people also helped their neighbors, laughed together, or experienced happiness. Continue reading
A few days ago, I wrote a blog post entitled ‘This is Not My Story – This is OUR Story‘ and I encouraged people to see how we are in this together and need to respond by thinking of others first. The post was not about me, or my family – it was about us as a collective, and the difference we can make together.
This post is much more personal. With my mom’s permission, I am sharing her journey. I do so not for empathy (though your positive vibes are more than welcome), but so that the story of COVID-19 becomes more personal for you. It is my belief that stories are what connect us. Stories inspire us, lift us up, help us heal. Through story, we begin to make sense of these crazy times, and we begin to understand why our actions matter.
My mom is a healthy, happy, and social woman. Continue reading
When we acquire knowledge, we learn. Sometimes this happens when we explore something new and seek information. Other times, learning happens when our experiences shift our perception and challenge our pre-existing beliefs. As adults, there are times where we stop in our tracks and realize our previous thinking was wrong.
This is one of those times. Like many Canadians, I am watching press conferences and reading news stories as COVID-19 spreads worldwide. Just weeks ago, when the disease had little impact in Canada, I jumped on the bandwagon and laughed at memes of people over-reacting and clearing grocery shelves, hoarding a huge supply of essential items like toilet paper. I assumed the panic associated with this disease was largely due to media hype and hysteria.
School starts tomorrow. This brings about a mix of emotion as some of you are excited to return and see your teachers and classmates, while others may feel anxious about a new year. You are probably wondering who your teacher will be, who will be in your class, and whether or not you will have a great year.
While you are getting ready for your first day, we, as a staff, are getting ready to greet you. Your teachers have been in decorating classrooms, secretaries have been organizing everything you need for a smooth start up and we have been planning ways to help you have a great year. Continue reading
It’s New Year’s Day and social media streams are full of proclamations about the coming year and resolutions moving forward. It’s an annual day of goal setting – making New Years resolutions for a healthier and happier self.
While I am a big fan of setting goals, I also enjoy the art of reflection – and learning from days passed before setting a plan for moving forward. Sometimes we can learn much about ourselves by looking in the rear view mirror. Looking back, 2018 has been a year full of learning. Here are a few reflections I am taking Continue reading
Teaching is a tough job. Every good educator has days where they feel defeated – yet there are also many moments that make teaching an incredibly rewarding career.
Each year, when we get to host student teachers, I invite the staff to write words of wisdom. It’s interesting to see how advice changes over time. This year, the themes include connections, joy and self care.
Here is some great advice from the staff at Laity View Elementary, encouraging student teachers and new teachers as they embark on an exciting career path: Continue reading
One of my best friends has Autism. When we met in 1988, he was in a segregated classroom with small chunks of time spent in mainstream classes. Over the past 30 years, as our friendship has grown, I have witnessed a variety of reactions from the community choosing to include or exclude Steven.
Let me start by sharing how we met. In 1988, I was in grade 8 at Dr. Charles Best Secondary in Coquitlam. Like many high schools, my friends and I had claimed ‘our table’ in the cafeteria, and day in and day out we sat in the same space. The first table passed the lunch line was reserved for kids with special needs. As I made my way from the cafeteria line to ‘my table’, Steven shouted out “Hey – what’s your name? Come sit with me!” In that moment, I made one of the best decisions I have ever made and Continue reading