Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Always Touched by The Power of Ubuntu & To See the @kwamealexander Effect on Our Writers

When we pull into the University a little after 7:30 a.m., I never know what I'm going to experience in the day. Ali and Abu immediately get to work preparing the classrooms, and I head to my computer so I can print out the items that instructors send the night before. Mondays are trickier because we have new rosters and the need to greet parents in the parking lot.

That is why, at the end of the day, when I was running an errand to the Provost's office, I was thrilled to see a young man in Ubuntu Academy reading Rebound by Kwame Alexander with Ali Adan as his mentoring teacher. Chances are, this might be the first book he's ever been given as a gift in the United States, and I loved hearing Ali work with him on pronunciations and comprehensions. The young people are loving the book and it has been perfect for them as they access new English words and think about telling their own stories to one another. Many of our kids have only been in the country for a couple of months - that is the power of the literacy lab's design.

Meanwhile, I walked into the classroom where William King and Jessica Baldizon lead the mother ship for the 32 young people. I look to the back wall and see a throw-back poem - a shout out to the 'As In' poems from The Crossover....and it's all about UBUNTU.

As in "I am a part of CWP writing camp and have been able to assist students better their language skills which will help them become successful members of Ubuntu Academy."

As in "Navigating through each student to help them find courage in themselves to share their stories and find their Ubuntu spark."

As in: "Allowing myself to keep an open-mind and to outside my own comfort zone (like all the students) to experience diversity and incredible change through Ubuntu."

Well, that was nice to read, because I see that the learning occurs when I'm not around (wipes sweat from brow - phew).

Meanwhile, downstairs on another floor, To Write or Not To Write - The Shakespeare Lab kicked off. We had 8 sign-ups online, but then 15 kids showed up today. Boom. Success. I find it fascinating that we are balancing between bard-loving thespians who love deconstructing Elizabethan English on one floor and English language learners trying to construct their first sentence in English on another.

But it's working, and our National Writing Project teacher institute gets to experience it all. This is CWP and it's a thrill to see the magic at Fairfield University.

Monday, July 30, 2018

To Write Or Not To Write - @CWPFairfield and the 1st Shakespeare Young Adult Literacy Lab

We're entering the 5th, and last week with youth in our summer programs (with only one more week left for another teacher institute). This week, we're debuting To Write Or Not To Write, a literacy lab for Shakespeare-loving youth. It was an experiment, but we were delighted to see that several young people signed up.

Originally planned alongside a collaboration with the Folger's Shakespeare Library in Washington, DC, the intent was to have young people to work with and to explore Elizabethan language and storylines with. Sadly, the teacher institute didn't take off as planned, but that's okay, because we still have the traditional teacher institute on campus. I'm delighted, too, to have Michael LoMonico, Fairfield University graduate and Shakespeare teacher extraordinaire coming by to do two days of workshops.

In addition, I'm fortunate to have hired Shakespeare scholar, Dr. Shannon Kelly and Shakespeare actress, Kara Peters, to help run the weeklong lab. They've chosen Macbeth and Midsummer's Night Dream to be their go-to plays and our mission is to inspire writing from the writing of Mr. William Shakespeare. We imagine the week will get poetic and theatrical rather quick.

We'll continue with Ubuntu Academy this week after saying goodbye to college essayists and the political writers in Project Citizen.

It's hard to believe the countdown with kids is on its way. The campus will definitely miss their vivacious energy.

In the mean time, we have some feathered pens that need to get to work. 

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Short Lived Respite on the Long Island Sound - Due Dates Suck (Ram Mode)

Ali got sick first. After he returned from NYC he couldn't breathe and phlegm consumed him. Abu followed second - it hit him later in the week. Chitunga and I have stayed clean, but Tunga's been away this weekend, so he has an excuse.

I'm knocking on wood. They're trying to be normal, but they can only do so much before their head is consumed with phlegm and they simply want to sleep....

...which is exactly what they did when I managed to get a 40 minute kayak run in this afternoon out to Charles Island and back. This was after I ran, wrote for a few hours, went to get materials for the week ahead and cleaned.

Dinner came later.

Today, they're calling for great weather, but I'm feeling the need to be hunkered by a computer most of the day. With due dates lingering and obligations to be filled, I can't stray too much from the grind and hustle. Things need to be accomplished and projects need to be completed.

I will take moments like this on the water, however, to count my blessings and feel like I have a slight bit of a normal summer life. I tell everyone, "I can't wait for Fall and Spring semesters because it is an easy period," and I am serious. Yes, it is frantic, but June-July-August are out of control. I love every second, but it is exhausting.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

A Photo To Capture The Week - But I Will Need Months To Process What I Witnessed

Dear Great Whatever,

I will never be able to claim any authority over what you have to deal with, especially in relation to prayers, hopes, concerns, and frustrations. I imagine there are Dear God requests thrown your way by the seconds, and I can't imagine what those requests might be.

I have a hunch, but I don't want to think too hard about them.

For the last two weeks, CWP-Fairfield teachers -extraordinary in all ways possible - completed year two of our Project Citizen summer workshop. With support from the National Writing Project, the work was to teach argument and youth advocacy for youth in high needs schools. We at CWP-Fairfiield, however, already had a program for youth from all schools to engage their writing politically. The grant simply helped us to expand the program to include more students (which for us was 26 kids in 2017 and 28 kids in 2018). We can't imagine what will result - because we are mixing numerous communities: rural, suburban, and urban, with the common goal to have them write their lives and write their worlds.

Quickly, we learned the inequities and social disparities in American schools and we spend a big chunk of our time doing teamwork, building trust, and investing in confidence.

For the second year in a row, the culmination of this work has exploded on the last day - this year with reluctant writers taking the mic and sharing pieces none of us knew they had in them, and an absolute outpouring of life experiences that no one should endure.

What amazed me about the event, however, was how kids found one another - they bonded to show support for their peers - they recognized that the pain of one was the pain of all.

I am an outsider to this work. I come by time from time and lead workshops that initiate critical thinking and understanding. I also buy books for the program and hire the teachers. The teachers plan a curriculum, but it is the kids that lead it - they take it to new heights.

At the end of yesterday's Friday ceremonies, I witnessed numerous hugs and sincere bonding. Kids from different parts of the world, with totally different life experiences found one another and bonded. They hugged, they cried, they gave each other props, and they exchanged contact information.

A week ago, I wouldn't have thought this possible, but they bonded through words - they connected with one another through shared stories. It was touching to watch and the researcher in me simply wanted to know what was really going on - was it developmental? cathartic? necessary? dramatic? a little of it all.

All I know was that it was beautiful to witness and experience, although my heart wrenched with pain from some of the stories that were shared.

I am, because we are. Humbled Togetherness. If this was the goal for the program, I believe it was achieved.

It is a complicated world out there and although they are 15 and 16, their worlds are rather intense.

I am awaking this morning looking for something or someone to blame. I see the easy solutions, but that is....well, too easy. There's a lot of blame to go around to all of us.

I'm ready to take my part. I wonder about all the others.

Big applause for Shaun Mitchell, Kelly Bessett, Dave Wooley, and Brynn Mandell for what they established for these kids. It was truly remarkable. 

Friday, July 27, 2018

A Poem Inspired by a Jack Powers Workshop @CWPFairfield - I Love Learning from a Connecticut Friend

I have benefited from attending workshops by Jack Power, a teacher and poet from Joel Barlow High School in Redding, Connecticut, ever since I arrived to my work with the Connecticut Writing Project. Yesterday, he worked with our teachers and students once again and I began drafting a poem based, I'm guessing, on an event when I was ten year's old.

I forgot I sketched this in my notebook, but when it came time to post this morning, I thought, "Maybe I should share the draft." It's something I may want to look at again in the near future.

It is a poem replicating the style of Robert Gibb's Homestead Park.

Amazing how a prompt can trigger a moment in time and then so many words can find their way to page. 

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Thank You @FairfieldUAM & @UNLOADUSA - Your Vision Became Our Vision. We Are Better Because Of It

In the Spring of 2018 Allison Fallon, a middle school teacher at Central Middle School in Greenwich, called me and asked, "Would you like to run a program for 120 middle school youth?" We brainstormed some, and after meeting with Carey Mack Weber (I love our walk and talks) I thought it might be a good idea to invite Allison's middle school to do a writing activity around Guns in the Hands of Artists at the Walsh Gallery located in Fairfield University's Quick Center.

Biting our nails that day we realized that the exhibit, coupled with writing activities, was truly a remarkable experience for adolescent writers. It was the perfect exhibit for initiating conversation, not only locally, but globally.

Fast forward some. I was aware that the Saugatuck Story Fest would be occurring in October, and that on the 12th the last day of the art exhibit will occur on our campus. Knowing that we were bringing Nic Stone and Jason Reynolds to campus, I began thinking of ways to include their writing with this summer's CWP workshops, but also for professional development to be conducted in schools. The result was designing a workshop opportunity for our summering youth, our participating teachers in the invitational institute, teachers from across the state, and colleagues from the College of Arts and Sciences who are interested in collaborating with K-12 schools.

52 youth, 20 teachers, 10 University colleagues, and 6 special guests = 88 individuals working together to deconstruct violence in young adult literature, but more importantly, to take our thinking and turn it into written outcomes.

I can't be the instructor I am without the incredible texts written by the writers we read. This included - for today, anyway - the classic The Things They Carried and the new books, Rebound by Kwame Alexander, Long Way Down by Jason Alexander, The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo, and Dear Martin by Nic Stone. We read passages from each of these texts, after participating in a workshop in deconstructing violence in our lives (and in literature). We questioned the cultural, historical, structural and direct influences of a violent culture in our lives. From the model texts, teachers and youth were able to write and compose rather quickly.

Of great importance, however, was the fact that our young people, our teachers, our faculty, and most importantly, our youth, were able to walk through the gallery of Unload: Guns in the Hands of Artists. I am grateful that so many stellar minds, visionaries, and doers came together to make the exhibit happen - it was a perfect backdrop for the work we are doing with the Writing Project this summer, especially Project Citizen, who have spent the last two weeks writing politically about their worlds.

I wish I could tap the brilliant readings by teacher Allison Fallon and her student, Skyler, who shared pieces written in their classroom this spring as a result of the artwork. I wish, too, I could capture the line up of students from Project Citizen who wanted to share their views on the exhibit, their reading of great YA novels, and the news as it infiltrates their adolescent minds. That is hard to capture.

What I can carry with me, however, is the beauty of a National Writing Project workshop - one that unites the brilliant minds of colleagues like Peter McDermott and Dr. Beth Boquet, activists like Mary Hime, a teacher like Allison Fallon, and the lived experience of Abu Bility - all to work with kids and teachers to think critically about how violence affects our lives and the books we read.

I'm proud of all of them. The day - despite the downpours and last-minute challenges - turned out to be an incredible success. I love my Connecticut Writing Project network.

I am, because we are.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

There Are Moments When I Collect Myself. Phew. @CwpFairfield @SUSchoolofEd UBUNTU @fairfieldu

When I finished my doctorate in 2012, after having the privilege of learning with 8 African-born male refugee youth enrolled in mainstream English classes, I was forever grateful to them for sharing their lives with me. I knew that my life would not be complete if I couldn't find a way for them to share their lives with others, too.

My dissertation, after all, was called A Responsibility To Speak Out, and I highlighted their views of the U.S. and the importance they felt for sharing their stories, especially as developing writers. The research was conducted in 2010, but I've been mentoring them since 2008. Today, the work continues.

Fast Forward. Insert scrolling tape noise here. It 10 years later.

Yesterday, two of my research participants presented their life stories to over 60 American-born and refugee-born youth at Fairfield University. This is the 5th year of Ubuntu Academy and Project Citizen and the program continues to grow and grow. I am thankful, too, that I've been able to hire my research participants from back in the day to be residential experts in the programs I've created at Fairfield University (including two young men who are now in the process of becoming public school educators).

This is Ubuntu, and although I was on the ground floor, three layers below, working with teachings in a National Writing Project institute, I ran upstairs to see Ali and Abu present. I had to duck out early, but it thrilled me to see teachers, youth from a Lakota Indian reservation, recently arrived youth through CIRI, and American-born youth working on political writing all enthralled with the story they presented.

The scars are what got us this far.

I was equally delighted that the National Writing Project sent their photographer, Jason, to capture the entire experience for our network (tomorrow will be another amazing day). While stragglers were left on the bottom floor before Abu and Ali's presentation, we all hitched a ride with the elevator and Jason's film equipment. I couldn't help but say, "Let's do a selfie, team. We'd better capture the photographer before he documents us."

This is team Harding and I'm sure Principal Kathy Silver would be proud. This is the first year they're joining our summer writing programs and they are changing our lives each and every day.

Here's to the 210 youth we're serving this summer and all the amazing teachers we work with!

Nancy Cantor called this Scholarship in Action while I was at 'Cuse. I carry those words with me in everything I do (and the bags under my eyes are proof).

What is scholarship, if we can't act on it in our own lives?

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Outdoor Critters - 48, New England Patriots - 0. That Was a Quick 48 Hours

My friend Dave returned our Corn Hole set after the birthday party and we stored it in the garage. This Friday, we had a crazy Corn Hole tournament in the backyard and got all our bravado going - we are in competitor's land.

Yesterday, I went into the shed to get the wheelbarrow and it looked like a popcorn factory. The corn was everywhere. Something with large teeth opened up half of Chitunga's New England Patriot's bags (those are what we toss with on Mt. Pleasant). As a result, the bags had to be thrown out.

We also had to empty the shed, sweep it down, and put poison down. There was a rodent orgy in that shed, as the corn was strewn all over the place.

I've learned the lesson. Critters - 48, New England Patriots - 0.

On another note, the reason we needed the wheelbarrow is because I needed to move stone from the front yard to the back. Today, the driveway gets done, and yesterday, they laid concrete for a new sidewalk up to my front door (as well as a step to the door by the garage). They're calling for a day of rain and who knows if they can commit to Mt. Pleasant, but I am hoping so.

Hoping they might pave a few critters into the ground, as well.

I was telling the pavement guys that one only needs to be a homeowner for a year before they realize that Nature triumphs every time. Human civilization can only do so much before the grass takes over, the insects invade, and the furry-tased creatures eat your Corn Hole bags.

Sadly, insurance rarely covers any of it, but we pay it - well, because that's what you do.

Today, another day. Glad to know that the bags really do have corn in them!

Monday, July 23, 2018

We Are Once Again Monday! And Guess What, The Writers Contacted Me On The Weekend For Challenges

It's Monday morning, an I'm looking forward to Week Two of Project Citizen and welcoming Ubuntu Academy and College Essay writers. It will be a full week of collaboration, conversations, communication, and creativity. 

Over the weekend, I loved hearing from Project Citizen students who wanted to share new work with me and who also wanted new weekend challenges for their Writers' Notebooks. So, I wrote. I shared my acrostic passion.

But now it is time to teach. We got this. 

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Sometimes I Dream Of a Home Without Dog Hair - How Does She Have Any Fur Left on Her

Easy Saturday goals - Ali and Abu went to NYC, Chitunga wanted a day for reading and cleaning, so I had the day on Mt. Pleasant to organize, write, run, and clean. It's been a week!

And I have two floors to cover where Glamis sheds a waterfall of fur with every step she takes. It's gross, but it is what dogs do, especially when they live in a grandiose villa where they have food, shelter, water, and toys.

I work so I can spend one day of the weekend cleaning up after her.

The poor washer and dryer. They get heaps of it, too, as the pin hair sticks to everything - some sort of biological adaptation to be sure her scent and memory is everywhere.

Ah, but I am thankful to have had a day to sweep, vacuum, and mop. I feel sort of relieved to do such cleaning after a week of literacy labs and institutes.

Meanwhile, the run was great and dinner in Milford - grilled swordfish, mushrooms and gorgonzola sauce at Stonebridge was simply outstanding - one fo the best meals I've had in my life! I've always wanted to eat there and last night we made it happen. I appreciate the pay off after a day of domestic work.

Now, for Sunday....

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Third Week of @CWPFairfield Summer Programs Complete! Another Successful Week

We are at week three, and this week we say goodbye to Ms. Mindy, who has, in year three, brought us tremendous serenity, offering instruction to little labbers, totally cosmically (it's okay. She'll be back next year).

The last week of Little Labs for Big Imaginations has ended, and almost 70 3rd-5th grade kids have had the benefit of experiencing a National Writing Project program. The emotions ran high today as the teachers realized the the three weeks (at least for them) is coming to an end.

It is wonderful to witness: the teachers, the youth, the writing, and the absolute joy for being on Fairfield University.

We still have three weeks left of youth and teacher programs, but we are halfway to the end. I know this, because I was hopping around rooms today and couldn't help but tap the white board in Project Citizen with a quick A-Z poem. I was watching the youngest Johnson kid (too wound up to hear her siblings read their Friday best) so as she colored I filled a white board. I simply asked her to tell me the alphabet, then I wrote.

A nd then there's this...a search for
B liss, a confusion draped in doubt,
C reatively a kiss
D estined for tomorrow's tryst --
E ach of us drying out in the mist,
F ollowing anarchy, chaos and fists,
G rabbing for hope, trying not to miss
H armory (should we listen to Prince?)...
I honesty don't know -
J okes always been on this bro,
K irate-chopping his verse as I try to flow...
L aughing with wet as Lear's Fool always knows,
M eandering in thought, that's how the frog goes,
N ever satisfied, locked down by such prose,
O scillating linguistics as Devin Jean throws --
P oetic rants, hip-hop bros
Q uestioniing truth, their highs and their lows,
R abbit leaps at life, that's how the pond grows,
S oliloquies. Stages. Exiting caves...fire glows
T eaching allegories as history always shows....
U m, yes, then there's this,
V erses vs. textuall lineage (you get the gist)
W e, me, them, us, & I,
X minining, Great Whatever, with this manic Bry-guy,
Y ou, him, her &  they, a
Z illion possibilities for another day

I'm thankful it is Saturday. Of course, I don't know if it is Monday or Wednesday, but I know it is one of these days. And I'm happy that today is Saturday and I can get some rest. 

Friday, July 20, 2018

So Much Appreciation for @GetNicced & Wisdom Shared with @CwpFairfield @FairfieldU for @S_StoryFest

There are blessed days, and then there are BLESSED days.

Yesterday was a super BLeSSeD DAY as Nic Stone, author of Dear Martin and Odd One Out (premiering this October), offered a brief moment of her time with our summer programs: Project Citizen, the Summer Invitational Leadership Institute for Teachers, and a Young Adult Literature course.

We filled the room with almost 70 summering readers, writers, and thinkers and, quite majestically, Nic Stone stole the house through every second of it. She's a stellar presenter and tremendous soul:

WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM WISDOM

I was playing tech role so couldn't scribe notes from all the knowledge she dropped, but what became loud and clear to me, other educators and youth writers in in the room was that each and every one of us should "Do You." She encouraged the adolescent writers to find the confidence and strength to write their stories, to share their worlds, and to keep their pens to paper with an eye on what is most real to them.

I think what was most amazing about the cyber visit was the number of kids who came up after the presentation with questions they were too shy to ask. I texted them to Nic Stone and was tremendously impressed that she responded to them one by one, sometimes in video form.

If you look at the faces of participants above, it becomes clear that 100% were captivated. Shoot. When I got home in the evening, I even had a gift from Senegal that was sent my way with a note, "Thank you for introducing my child to Dear Martin, and delivering books to Connecticut youth."

Okay, I'll take that, but all I did was write grants to get the books so I could craft and facilitate stellar programs with K-12 schools and CWP. Nic Stone writes them and seeing her on the screen yesterday simply made my heart leap from my chest. Even better was the way hearts leaped from Ali, Akbaru, and Kemoy - youth who loved her book and who were starstruck with the opportunity to be online with her.

And as for Abu, the fact that Nic Stone's youngest child made guest appearances throughout the talk made the greatest impression. "That was mad cool," he said, "that she let us see how real she is. Here she is writing books, and giving us her time, but she's honest enough to share that her life is robust with children, cries, demands, and what most of us pretend we never experience."

I have so much more to write, but these 18-hour days have my brain numb. For now, I simply send a bundle of joy and karma to Atlanta so that it trickles back to Nic Stone and returns the kindness she showed my youth and teachers yesterday.

The Saugatuck Story Fest can't wait to meet her face to face next October.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Project Citizen - Two Weeks To Examine Civility, Two Days & "Examen" Is Discovered on Campus

Overnight when I get home from CWP-Fairfield's summer programs, I am fortunate to have Ali and Abu with me, who often have completely different experiences than I do. They become my eyes and ears in all the rooms where I can't be, recording student stories, teaching, capturing photos, listening, and filling me in on the achievements each literacy lab and teacher institute is accomplishing. Ali shared this photo from day one, where Novontae and Xavien were preparing to recreate the statues outside of Egan Chapel on our campus.

Novontate and Xavien arrived to our summer programs at recommendations by their teachers and administrators, so they could be part of a phenomenal Connecticut Writing Project experience. They attend Harding High School and with the first two days of our Project Citizen SEED camp, they've quickly made a tremendous impression on the teachers, peers and me as the Director.

Examen was dedicated to Fairfield University by artists Jeremy Leichman and Joan Benefiel, NYC Artists. Exploring the baroque period, the artists set out to think about spirituality and what it means to follow a Jesuit Mission - that is, to be men and women for others.... understanding the complexities of global knowledge and truths, and still finding a way to reach out to fellow men and women.

The statue asks us to look within ourselves to find a Divine presence...that is, the Great Whatever that magically embraces our day to day to routine and mission in life. Who am I? Who am I to you? Who are we together?

An indvidual is stronger when he or she takes the time to examine themselves in relation to a higher order - a larger purpose - a greater drive.

Although Project Citizen was not designed around these sculptures, I found it interesting that Xavien and Navontae were drawn to them on the first day, and Ali shared the photo with me yesterday evening. One of the goals of our program is to mix communities from multiple schools so they have an opportunity to think about being an individual, an American, and a citizen of the world.

Whether these two fellows know it or not, they've embraced the journey of lifelong learning - asking questions of who they are to themselves, and who they may be to the greater society.

That is Ubuntu. I love this photo. I love these two young men. They are taking a two-week break from their summer vacation to write with us at Fairfield University.

We should all be so lucky.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Thanks, Mom! Your Pre-Christmas Holiday Gift Finally Has Results. I Do Have DNA after all

30% Frog, 12% Pee Wee Herman, 20% Gryffindor, 8% Orc, 18% Extraterrestrial and 12% Muppet. I secretly hoped for a superhero connection - particularly a slight connection to Wakanda - but no such luck. I'm all fantasy, in my head, odd, and well-intentioned with my DNA.

Okay, that's not true.

My genetic results finally came in and I have to say, "I'm not that impressed by the way they deliver the information. It's really, really vague." They say, however, that you can get more details with the additional information that you provide them as you "build your family tree." AND, I have to admit, it is sort of interesting to get an outline of the ol' bloodline (that I share with my sisters - LOVE YOU BOTH).

The first thing I did when the results came in was peruse a page of people with the most solid genetic matches to our own. "DANG! We are an ugly people!" It is interesting, however, to see the migration of our bloodline from home countries to the United States, justifying an early ancestry to the U.S. in the northeast region, and an eventual migration to the West. So many last names share our DNA! It's weird.

Here's the TRUTH, though, Cynde and Casey. We do have ancestry, and although we are most definitely ethnic mutts (our people like to mix stories between the sheets I guess), we are not as much of a hodgepodge as I anticipated (okay, so maybe we are - it's just different from what I anticipated).

Three of the regions of our ancestry we've named over and over again in our self-declaration of who we are as Crandall kids from Amalfi Drive (because of Kenneth and Vera Crandall, and  Ann and Spencer Ripley). We are German, Irish/Welsh/Scottish, and Ukranian. The German side we knew....it's why we took the language in high school and Casey won a German cookie contest with a non-German cookie back in a language fair in high school.

I did anticipated more Ireland/Scotland/Wales in our bloodline (but it was only 19%), the same as the Ukraine. We carry a lot of Ripley, but that Ripley isn't as Irish as we thought.

The most surprising part of these results, I believe, are the connections to Denmark and Norway. We've never ever claimed northern Europe, the Nordic countries, but next to Germany (Kilts - 35%), our Danish/Norwegian ancestry is not too shabby (17%). We didn't that and now I think we need to rethink a series of family vacations in the future . I guess it also makes my travel back and forth to Denmark all those years more meaningful (I want to know more and am wondering what the Danish/Norwegian last names once were and when those bloodlines merged with Ukranian, Irish, Scottish, and German blood). Fascinating.

As for Spain, Portugal, Italy, Greece, Finland & Russia....who knew? It's only 6% of our bloodline, but it is there. Our German selves really did get around to mate with the rest of the region. It might also be why mom likes baklava like she does.

It's kind of interesting, actually, and now I want to know more! What's intriguing, however, are the conversations these results will elicit at the breakfast table of my sisters (mom & dad) this morning. Butch and Sue can argue, "Well, the Portuguese definitely comes from my loins and I will tell you why."

Dang! Denmark! Can we redo the World Cup? I might switch the teams I was rooting for!


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

@Cwpfairfield Was Thrilled by Day One of #ProjectCitizen18 and @writingproject Work. Magic

The best parts of my summer arrive when I come home and learned from Abu and Ali about all the activities I missed. I can't be eyes and ears in every room every second of the day, but I can walk in and get a sense of how things are going.

Project Citizen - Year 4.
Project Citizen - Year 2 with intentional support from a Supporting Effective Educator Development Summer Camp Grant.
Project Citizen - Year 2 of mixing up communities in order to discuss democracy, equity, fairness, justice, globalization, and activism.
It truly is amazing.

Yesterday, we had 30 phenomenal high school youth from several districts across Connecticut, including a team of young people flown from S. Dakota.

We've hired excellent teachers and ordered incredible books. The goal is to have kids bond, to talk, to find their passion, and to write for a better tomorrow world.

On day one, every time I walked into the room I was mesmerized by the mature conversations, team building, creative thinking, and problem solving.

I'm guessing that Dear Martin, Long Way Down, and Rebound may be the perfect texts for the kids to explore as they're thinking about the nation they will one day inherit.

It's an interesting time to be a kid in the United States, making sense of what the history texts teach them and the realities they're seeing unravel before their eyes.

That is what Project Citizen is all about. Letting them decide about what's best and write their way into the future.


Monday, July 16, 2018

World Cup Sunday & A Round of Birthday Legos - But This Morning, CWP-Fairfield Takes Off

This is my World Cup Finals outfit!

Actually, not at all. I was rooting for Croatia as I'm always after the story and underdog, but could bond with a meme that said, "So great to see African players win the Cup for France." That works, too. They did the better job and Croatia didn't take advantage of their possessions as much as they should have. France deserved the win.

And this was an App. It's been a loud few weeks on Mt. Pleasant as Abu and Ali bring television-viewing back in the house and Pam graciously opens her home to them. Not sure how they watch the game, as they spend time behind their cellphones snap-chatting the game to their friends. The fanaticism, however, remains the same.

Afterwards, we traveled to our friends, Kris and Dave's house, for a 13th birthday party and some corn hole. While there, I became engaged with lego-playing with lil' man Ishy and totally became enraptured by the imagination of youth (and the awe of what it must be like for Kris and Dave to pick up all those tiny pieces - there were 1,000s upon 1,000s of them and Ish knew exactly where every one was supposed to be - we weren't allowed to touch them

He did give me a chunk to play with, however, that weren't as important to him as the others. I told Abu and Ali that if they had lego-playing on Mt. Pleasant I'd likely go bonkers trying to stay on top of all the pieces. I had to organized them into similar pieces and make them look like a city so they weren't scattered all over the place.

Ah, but this morning we wait in anticipation that the youth from S. Dakota flew to CT safely, the scholarship activist-writers catch the buses from 3 different high schools, and the rooms / lunch are all set as planned. We spent a big part of Friday getting ready for this morning's kick-off.

And mom will be happy! This post will arrive on time as we need to be on I-95 as early as we can in case traffic is horrific (which it usually is).

Taking a deep breath in, and e x h a l i n g ! ! !

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Mr. Uber Driver, Volleyball, And A Day Away From the Laptop (Much Needed)

Belgium beat England by noon, so after I fantastic run and the realization that there was little humidity and beautiful skies, we chose to accept a day of volleyball and splashing at Leo and Bev's pool. I might estimate that we got a solid 5 hours of the game on the side of the yard (with even teams, I must say), as well as a dart tournament, pizza, and dips in the water.

I was designated Uber driver (which is a role I've liked to play ever since my undergraduate years - I can trust myself and be the one designated to stay safe).

The lawn party turned into a bar band turned into a surprise visit to Patrick and Stephanie, which turned into conversations that went too late, which resulted in my inability to post on time - day two. That is okay, though, because you don't get too many gorgeous days like yesterday in July.

Well, at 11 p.m. it started to rain and my car windows were down. Oops.

Today? World Cup final, a birthday party, and many moments of crossing i's and dotting t's - BIG week ahead for CWP-Fairfield programs.

And a special shout out to Glue, Stephanie and Patrick's cat who lives in an apartment with three dogs. I love that cat and am amazed at how social it is, brave, tolerant, and funny. At one point, Patrick said, "Come see Glue." She was sitting in sink with the water on giving herself a bath. "She does that all the time." Hilarious.

Okay, time to to get everyone going for another weekend day.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

And He Crashes On A Friday Night, Making A Saturday Morning Post Late - Phew

 My temperature is taken by the a'cumul'ation of my early morning posts. With heads in the clouds last night, I simply crashed before I could muster another thought in my head. As a result, this morning the emails and texts arrived to ask, "Is everything okay? Where's the blog? I noticed you didn't post."

Truth is, this has happened before and it will likely to happen again. Although the daily journal is as routine as alarm clocks, toilet flushes, sunrise and sunset, every now and again I get out of whack and collapse.

Last night I collapsed - week two of Connecticut Writing Project summer work where the teachers came, the little labbers drafted their books, and two groups of young novelists designed the cover of their first novels while submitting their chapters.

My Friday means welcoming the parents to the reading proms, ordering the pizza, cleaning up from the week, and organizing for the week to follow. Amidst all of this, too, I received a request to pick up a friend at St. Vincent's Hospital who couldn't be released unless someone signed him out (stomach procedure) - They needed a ride.

The day was a success (although I always take the negative feedback from parents - typically 1 from the 50+ we serve each week - to heart and it bothers me for the rest of the night) and I love hearing the stories parents tell me. One man said, "We always know our son is detecting summer on his way - usually around Easter - when he begins asking, "Have you signed me up for CWP yet?" Others, too, ask if there are additional programs later in the summer. But the one, that 1, always pinches my heart a little bit.

On the way home, I finally made it to the dermatologist to have him check out the latest explosion of psoriasis all over my legs. I love the guy and how he talks about my skin in scientific jargon and updates me on the latest research in the field - in short, "There's nothing that can be done, and although companies like Humira are cashing in on the prevalence of psoriasis in our society, I don't recommend you take over the counter pills. The risks FAR exceed the benefits at this time." So I will do topical creams, sun, and saran wrap. He also recommended tanning (which I don't think is a good idea).

Then I mowed the lawn, did gardening work, ate dinner at 9 p.m., listened to the boys talk, then decided, when they turned on a movie, that I simply needed to crash. And I did.


Friday, July 13, 2018

It's Prom Day @cwpfairfield - Our Friday Celebration of Weeklong Writing and Performance

We are at it again, and today we have novelists and little labbers debuting their writing for parents and community members. I'm always a little partial to the little guys because their creativity, energy, enthusiasm and vision often incorporates all the magic and fun of being young. When they set out to design the way they want the final presentation to go for their families, they rarely hold back! They go for the gusto.

Meanwhile, the novelists have created their novel covers and will read from their first chapters - all a part of the Friday festivity at Fairfield University.

The teachers will not be with us today (as they have 4-day weekends in celebration of their summer vacation, but yesterday they had the privilege of learning from high school educator, Denise Howe, on her evolution of using blogs to promote voice with AP lang students. Her demonstration captured what she wanted to achieve and how the vision has evolved over the years.

CWP-Fairfield loves Ms. Howe!
Her passion for students, for teaching, for a better world, and for high standards is easily felt and it's wonderful to see her bring her expertise to this year's cohort.

Wow! It's already another Friday. My mind is already on the arrival of larger groups next week as we welcome more summer writers to our campus. As Jessica Baldizon said to yesterday's teachers in the institute, "The writing gets better and better every year. Yes, it's the students, but it's also that our instruction improves through collaboration and reflection!"

Summer work is the best work I do!

Thursday, July 12, 2018

If It Is an @ElizabethBoquet Collaboration Workshop Day, It Is a Beautiful Day, Indeed. @writingproject @fairfieldu

A year ago, Dr. Elizabeth Boquet was contacted by Darien Public Schools and asked to do a writing workshop for their English Department. The chair of their department wanted to initiate a conversation about responding to student writing and, because Dr. Boquet is a gracious, kind, and supportive mentor, she asked me to join forces with her. She had the expertise and brilliance of many years of leading a writing center and, with a spirited drive to be democratic and purposeful, she wanted me to stand at her side with CWP-Fairfield.

We've been colleagues, we've talked shop, and now we can say we are a collaborative team (Dang, I'd hire us. This is a pretty great workshop). Our friendship was always there, but I have to say (post-tenure and with tears in my eyes) this friendship is truly genuine and 100% appreciated.

We trialed the workshop with Darien High School last fall and I asked Beth if she'd like to resurrect it again for the Invitational Leadership Institute hosted at Fairfield University. She agreed, and when we pulled up the presentation from the Fall to make adjustments. We had to high-five one another, however, because the presentation we created almost a year ago is astute, simple, usable, thought-provoking and helpful. As Beth texted in the wee hours before we co-presented, "Yesterday's Beth needs to hug yesterday's Bryan because they put together a solid workshop needing little adjustment." Any of us who do this for a living no how rare that is.

It's impossible to capture the movement and nuances that come from the teachers as a result of this workshop or to name the exact strategies we shared in response to writing (it has to be experienced). All I can say is that the opportunity teachers get (in a focused, intent, and practical way) changes teaching practices forever.  The epiphanies (typical in National Writing Project work) arrive in stereo and although we planned for 60 minutes, our 120 minutes with participants resulted because teachers are engaged and want to learn more. They are thirsty and responsive. Beth reflected, "We now know we can do this workshop in 50 minutes or 4 hours. We're that good."

It should be pointed out, too, that the morning workshop was one resurrected from NCTE St. Louis in 2017. William King, David Wooley, Jessica Baldizon, and I promised one another that there would be no tears in the presentation, and we would just name the incredible power of Ubuntu to show how it has effected our research, teaching, and work. We didn't have to kick-start emotions on our own. The teachers came to that themselves. We are on day-two of National Writing Project work and already the teacher-leaders are saying, "This work is life-changing. This is vision I've been waiting for my whole career."

And I say (Louisville Writing Project), as well as Julie, my co-director, says (New York City Writing Project), that it is NOT our co-directorship that makes this magic - it is the very heart, soul and mission of NWP. Across the U.S., at locations in every state, teacher institutes occur. It is the model at work: We are the research. We are what works. We are the agents for improving literacy instruction. Even if local, state, and national governments have lost their way, we still do what is best for American youth and the communities we believe in.

NWP for life.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

The Teachers Are Here! The Teachers Are Here! @CWPFairfield @writingproject Invitational Leadership Institute

 Last summer, for pre-dossier reasons, we did not have a traditional teacher leadership institute; rather, we held a two-week College Ready Writers Program institute for teachers. This allowed me a few extra hours each day to write for tenure.

This summer, the teacher institute has been resurrected and thanks to the kindness of a Fairfield University colleague, 10 teachers are funded to participate once again. This has been a tremendous gift given that nationally and on the state-level, excellent programs for teachers have lost funding gradually to the point that many of us are fighting for our lives. I'm grateful that a friend kept his eye on the shenanigans out his office window and wanted to invest in it, especially the teacher collaborations with youth, including Ubuntu Academy.

So, we're running again and today was the first workshop day since orientation. The beach "pals" are filled, the books distributed, the room secure, and the workshops set.

Today, we were invited to do a workshop with the Little Lab for Big Imaginations and used our 5 senses to think about narratives, essays, stories on things we love and other Ralph-Fletcher recommendations. The little kids, with the aide of Starbursts candy, taught the teachers exactly what they love to write about and how to craft stories in their own notebooks.

This was a great exercise after Ali Adan spent the morning doing team-building activities and helping the teachers learn a few new handshakes: milking the cow, the oceanic, and the NYC greeting.

The 18-hour days are back and my grays are well-earned. I'm grateful, however, that I have so many stellar teachers and CWP friends to work with. We are rocking and rolling and today, on deck, we have another series of phenomenal opportunities to spark the best writing instruction possible.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

@AbuBility Calls It a Flashlight (ask @LBility). I'm Too Old For this #@$# But Love It

I didn't realize how messed up my legs were until this morning after I showered at 6 a.m.

Don't get me wrong, I did shower last night to wash off all the sand, but I didn't see the damage I did diving in the sand to rescue this ball and that ball. I was having fun - well, as much fun as a 46-year old body will allow one to have.

I thought the entire time I was playing I was simply burning the bottom of my feet from the hot sand (as I constantly stated, "I'm playing ostrich style with my feet buried deep in the sand." It was the only way I could tolerate it).

So, yesterday morning I took a shower and got dressed for work. I knew I was in pain all day, but I didn't realize I had what Abu called a flashlight until we came home from work and I put on a pair of shorts.

"Oh, that's why I was in pain all day."

Actually, it's nice to have a wound on my legs that isn't caused by psoriasis. Needless to say, I have a little limp to my gait right now.

It's all good, because we have green bean season and the farmer's market. This results into evening barbecue and roasted vegetables which is the greatest thing on the planet. Yet, I'm impressed that even Abu is eating vegetables now (maybe it is Lossine who always resisted).

We are eating like kings, but I said last night that we have to begin doing this Danish style - that is...I cook 3 nights in a row, then Abu cooks 3 nights in a row, then Ali cooked 3 nights in a row, then Chitunga cooks 3 nights in a row.

It is too much work (and money) to keep up this pace. Every night I think, "Okay, we'll have leftovers."

Nope. Well, just enough for lunch for me or one of them. I can't complain though. In truth, when the house is empty I usually resort to Triscuits and cheese. It's sort of good to have the nightly dinner ritual, even if it does mean trips to Big Y 5 days out of 7.

Time to work. Back to the grind for another day.

Monday, July 9, 2018

Well, Monday...You've Returned, But We Thank You For Two Beautiful Days Outside

 The morning started early and we went to campus to get things ready for Week Two next week. When we returned, Abu and I did a lot of yard work and trimmed trees, bushes and shrubs. By 1:30, however, we decided it was way to beautiful to spend at the house, so we went to the beach to play volleyball.

Love every second of it, but I'm definitely the old fart. I was drenched and the sand burned the heck out of my feet. Still, I love the game and I was good for the majority of games, until the dehydration got the best of me and I needed to get into the water.

Great to see Patrick with his Washington/Eagle/American flag tank top. He spent most of the day in his man cave (a beach tend to keep his Irish skin from blistering). I told Abu and Ali I'd be good until 5 but I really needed to get back to the house to prepare for today's new camps. We lasted until 5:30, however, before our hunger took over us and we knew food had to be prepped.

Fast forward. Cooking for the home-front is time-consuming and always longer that I think it will be. By the time we ate, my brain was dead - time to allow the boys to begin boiling pasta for dinner (if that is all they know how to do). Two weeks in, and I don't see myself able to keep up the pace.

Ah, but this weekend. It was a little too beautiful with crisp air, perfect winds and cloudless skies. Any day to be outside working, playing, or visiting in the sun is always a good day (and this is a rare photo of Ali sitting still - he has more energy that even I do).

Snacks for the kids purchased. Supplies organized and in their places. Signs in the car to lay out as we drive in. Coffee being sipped. We're definitely in Young Adult Literacy Labs mode for the summer.

Here we go!

Sunday, July 8, 2018

More World Cup, A Kid Returned, and a Gift From Patrick = A Beautiful Day

The flight from Kentucky was 45 minutes late so I downloaded the FOX sports app so I could catch the final minutes of the Russia/Croatia game. I sat in a Friendly's parking lot waiting for Chitunga to text he was at baggage and watched Croatia take the lead, shocked a bit when he actually got in the car and I told him, "You need to report the score, because I gotta drive." He said, "Oh, it's tied." I was like, "No, it's not. Croatia is up by one."

I guess in the time I drove from Friendly's to American airlines, Russia scored. Of course, that led to penalty kicks, which Chitunga dutifully reported as we headed towards Hartford from the airport. We knew it was tied in the kicks, when the app quit and reported, "Your time with the Fox Sports App is up. To register for more time...."

I was like, "Ahhhhh." I immediately called Abu to see what the score was and he said, "Oh, Croatia one." What an awful time for an app to time out - the last two penalty kicks.

The drive home then turned into catch-up of his trip and all he did with Sue, Dave, Alice, Charlie, Jennifer, Ruby and Pilot.

Upon return, we grabbed pizzas from Paradise and headed to see Leo, Bev, Pam, Kaitlyn, Jake, Patrick, and Stephanie. Patrick returned from California and visited the Ballast Point brewing factory, bringing Chitunga a Barmy plaque to hang on his wall. That is one heck of a strong beer as memory in Monroe will attest.

As for the weather. Perfect. It is rare to get such heavenly days, but sometimes they arrive: low humidity, cool breeze and great sun. Nirvana.

And we have one more day of it today. I plan to soak as much of it up as I can. 

Saturday, July 7, 2018

And Then The Temperatures Drop, The Sunset Kicks in Gear, and It Is A Cool Walk on the Beach

I should have known that with Ali and Abu in the house during the World Cup that my days would be hijacked by matches. Actually, the games between Uruguay and France, followed by Belgium and Brazil, were really good. The heat was still extraordinary, so it wasn't hard to spent the day inside by the television. We kept going outside hoping the temperatures actually dropped.

Nope.

That is, until 8 p.m. - then suddenly everything cooled down. Ali and I took the dogs to the beach and walked under the great skylines. The humidity disappeared and the temperatures became much more tolerable. It was like we were living on a different planet.

Haircuts were accomplished yesterday, dog to the vet was accomplished yesterday (there are no words for how traumatized Glamis is at the vets. She is nervous which makes me nervous and then the vets and technicians get nervous. She's ridiculous and yesterday she got out of her harness to run away getting all the dogs, cats, and pigs in a tizzy. It was insane. I'm waiting for them to say, "Please don't bring your dog back). 45-minutes and her nails were clipped, her fecal sampled, and her blood drawn. We're good for a while (although Glamis left them a gift on their floors.

I don't think it was hers, but when she created the mutiny in the vet office with all the dogs running out of their cages chasing the cats and pig, one of them left this behind. I didn't see her do it, but it was total chaos when Glamis leaped from her nail clippings howling like Chewbacca and bringing the entire Noah's Arc with her. The boys said it was the pig, but it was too big. None of us saw a single animal squat. I will give it to Glamis, though, because she stirred up the whole incident.

Okay, a beautiful day today with cool temperatures, clear skies, and Chitunga returning from Louisville.  Two more World Cup games and a trip to and from the airport. Then Monday rolls around and I have to hold my breath for 5 weeks. We got this!

Friday, July 6, 2018

Fascinating, This Age Thing: Time, Events, Histories, Stories, and Well, The Great Whatever

Yesterday, in the middle of my day, I got a text from Chitunga with two photographs - the Kentucky Derby winner of 1972 and the Kentucky Derby Winner the year he was born.

1995. Thunder Gulch. I remember that vividly. Why? It was the year after I graduated from SUNY Binghamton and began my teaching certification in Kentucky. I can't remember if I went to the track for the actual race or if I went to a party (it used to be affordable and I think this might have been the year that Judy and I went - maybe that was 1996).

Either way, I remember the race. The year Thunder Gulch won was the same year Chitunga was born.

Meanwhile, in 1972, Riva Ridge was the winner. I had no idea about that trivia, but the kid texted me the winners from our birth years. Pretty amazing. I have vivid memories of my Kentucky life the year he was born and he's making vivid memories in 2018 as he walks through my ol' stomping grounds with Sue. It's pretty amazing to think about and to put into Kentucky Derby perspectives. Every year a horse race and only one winner. That winner gets the glory.

Meanwhile, 1972 turns to 1982 turns to 1990 turns to 1994 turns to 1998 turns to 2007 turns to 2012 turns to 2018. It all flies by and suddenly you see that this kid - this wonderful kid - is walking the trail of your history trying to piece together meaning for his own life (and in 108 degree weather).

I just shake my head and let what will be, be. It's beautiful the way the sequencing occurs even when we don't even realize that is what is occurring.

I've always felt a magical draw to the Kentucky Derby Museum and I'm so glad he was able to enjoy it with Sue (sad that there wasn't the bourbon tours back in my day to follow afterwards)

Okay, it's Friday. It's hot. Strorms are on the way and I need to get a good night of sleep. Here's to the race...the one that is much more severe than the two-minute race of the Derby and the one that is more a marathon for the entire lifetime. 1972....1995...23 years. Yup, that's about right.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

It's Hard For Me To Sit Still, But Yesterday I Did (After a Run) (and I Kayak'd, Too). But I Did Sit

Some arrived at 10 a.m., but we didn't get there until  noon (but we did stay until 7:30 p.m.). Walnut Beach on a very hot day with Leo, Bev, Kaitlyn, Nick, Abu, Ali and Pam. Leo bought me a wheeled carrier for the kayak and it was on the sand by the the time we arrived. All day long, people took their time rolling around on the smooth waters flowing into Connecticut from the Atlantic Ocean.

The boys, Abu and Ali, found people to play with volleyball with and they must have had six matches. That, and Ali was a demon on the kayak.

Let's just say at 9 p.m. last night, Abu and Ali were resting their heads on their arms ready for bed (but still managed to make rice).

Meanwhile, Chitunga, in Louisville, went to Bryant farms for blueberry picking and then on some historical tours with Sue before they settled downtown for fireworks.

We, on Mt. Pleasant, avoided the fireworks (and crowds). The beach was enough for us and I, for one, got too much sun. It will all be a tan by the morning, but it was an intense sun.

And, the Power App was provided on Big Brother. Sad to say, but I'm addicted once again and I'm excited that the robot girl one it.

Fudge. I have to work today. But yesterday was definitely a much-needed chill day.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Fourth'd Time Off in July - The University is Closed, So No Work For Crandall. Happy Holiday!

I accomplished as much as I could at the University yesterday, knowing that tomorrow is a no-employee day and I can't get back until Thursday. More has been accomplished on the summer to-do list, including sorting the copies of Fresh Ink that were sent to me from Penquin-Random House yesterday.

We're rocking. one day at a time.

The kid, too, landed in Louisville and is set for Kentucky rendezvous and play time.

So this leaves this day, grills, a beach, hot temperatures and, lo and behold, my very own chicken clucking toy so I can be like Big Marvel and start a You Tube video.
Actually, Katelyn purchased us three chicken toys so we can harmonize them when we sing acoustically. I think they will be a tremendous hit at Walnut Beach and I can't wait to give them a try.

All we have to do is figure out how we can go beyond the two notes instrumentals that the chickens she ordered provide. Big Marvel is much more talented than we'll ever be (but we can try and I'm sure we'll make lots of friends along the way - actually, I'm still trying to see if Chitunga actually cracked a smile during our clucking fest last night after we ate at Chilis).

So here is a wish for everyone to have a cluckingly ridiculous 4th of July with safety, respect, poise, integrity and purpose. Look out for the doggies - they hate the noise and remember, too, that many in our nation arrived so they could escape bombs bursting in air (fireworks can be very traumatic for those with PTSD).

I often say this is one of my favorite holidays on paper, but my least favorite in how so many carry it out. I just hope for for people to go unharmed and to really think about the purpose of the event.

Of course, I'll be doing this with my chicken at the side.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Putting It Into Perspective - @CHITUNGA1995 and @VisliselSue - Opportunity 2018

I was 22 when I moved to Louisville. I was the age that Chitunga is now. I was fresh with new knowledge and curious about the next phase of my life. Lucky for me, I had the honor and privilege of running into Sue McV who quickly became a mentor, a sage, a Louisville mom, a coach, and a friend. I still remember the day she stepped into the Louisville Nature Center curious about who I was (after Lauri Wade told her that this English guy was looking for a placement). Sue arrived to the preserver with Harley on a leash and I had to say, "Ms, we can't have dogs on a nature preserver."

Sue was cool with that, because I was cool with breaking that little rule.

Fast forward. My years in Louisville were extra special because she looked out for me. Sue McV had my back, offered me advice, counseled me when I needed, and helped shape me into the man that I am today. I couldn't think of a better gift to give her this summer than a visit from Chitunga, especially as he is the age when Sue and I met. That is crazy to me, but at the same time it is part of the magic of this life gig we all have.

I did a quick search and wanted to find an image to capture what I'm feeling right now. I found this photograph of two horses and I quickly thought, "This is it. The horse closer to the camera is Sue and the one further away is Chitunga." Sadly, my schedule won't allow me time for a trip to Kentucky but when I learned that Chitunga had the week off and when I asked what is the one thing you want to do most this summer and he said, "to see Sue again," I knew I had to make it happen.

It was a no-brainer.

Of course, Sue taught me everything about being one educator and mentor and I know that right now, at this time in the Great Whatever, it is a phenomenal time for these two to talk. Actually, Tunga talks little and Sue lives by the art of questions, so I'm curious how it will go. I've been thinking the metaphor is Luke Skywalker to Yoda, but Sue is much better looking and a lot wiser than a green swamp creature.

As is common, it will kill me that I can't be there, too, but I see this for what it is - he needs a place to man-up and adventure without me and she needs to move in with a magnifying lens and sense of intellectual inquiry. A warrior in training meets a Woman Warrior who has touched the lives of 1,000s. It is their place to learn from one another, and I'll just have to sit back and hope they will share insights me that they make.

The kid's flight departs at 10 a.m. and he'll return on Saturday. I've warned him of the humidity, but one can't go wrong with a little bluegrass in their soul.

The bags are packed and for the first time he'll fly alone. Everything about this is love. Love given to me by my parents, Sue and Butch, so I could give it to my students. Love given to me by the most phenomenal mentor every so I could give it to the universe. Love from all three so I could invest it in Chitunga. That is beautiful....beautiful, indeed.

Monday, July 2, 2018

A Photo To Warm My Monday (& My Heart). Wishing Dylan a Safe Flight

The nephew departs today. That means yesterday I received photographs as the Isgars spent a family day together - Dylan's last day on Pine Grove in Cicero before heading into the Army. Last night was his first sleep away and this morning he departs for basic training.

It's been hard to try to put myself into the shoes of Nikki, Cynde and Mike because Dylan's just always been in the house with wise one-liners, political comments and requests for $20. Today, however, he departs to the next phase of his life and I'm extremely proud of him. He will fight for the red, white and blue - the definition for democracy that his grandfather fought for and what his understanding of history has taught him.

Dylan slimmed down a lot these last few months, but I know that by the time we see him again he will be both slim and muscular. He's my height and he somewhat picked up running as he tried to get ready for basic training.

It's been a long time since Dragon Wars, the worst film I've ever and seen that Dylan insisted on seeing (this was post his Godzilla phase and somewhat near the time he stuffed his pockets at the local gas station with treats for the movie because, he said, "You did it last time").  Actually, we bought the snacks before stuffing our pockets - but to a kid, that is trivial, so what's a little shoplifting.

I love the joy in this photo, but also the fact that my older sister (I know) spent the entire day trying to hold it together. I'm sure the airport departure is not going to be easy, but can attest that in time things will be more normal...more routine. He's moving towards a respectable and admirable career - one he's desired for a very long time.

It's funny. Every time I think of Dylan I remember picking him up as a little kid. He was never hollow or bird-boned. He was always, always a solid, thick kid. He was strength, and now he'll be able to use that in camouflage.

Here's to you, kid. We love you, and I look forward to the next movie you name that we both need to see (something better than Incredibles 2 I hope). Maybe by the time you return we'll have Deadpool 3. Thinking of you all!