I published a book of poems. In German.
I visited Cairo and got to spend time with Maha Bali and Paul Prinsloo. I discovered
The care is real,
The warmth is genuine,
The trust is grounded,
The love is what we thought it could be.
Yes, it is.
I gave a speech at the Vienna #MarchForOurLives demonstration against gun violence featuring thoughts shared by public school students from across the US.
Also, inspired by Tressie McMillan Cottom’s thinking, I reached this conclusion:
Democracy, and what we think we mean by that term, is in danger. And Facebook (along with other platforms) – its fundamental architecture, business model and incentive structure – packs enough of a corrosive effect for its users, unwittingly or not, to dissolve citizens’ trust in democratic institutions or even the desire or need to maintain such political practices.
I attended the Education Collaborative of International Schools Physical Education (ECISPE) Conference in Dusseldorf, Germany and returned with many thoughts about professional learning and conference structures.
We are physical educators working to improve our teaching practice by practicing teaching, learning, demonstrating, discussing, and observing. This conference is professionals’ development – the kind we create for ourselves, the kind that sustains us for the long haul, the kind that invites us to question and re-evalute our practices, the kind that makes us leave loving our work, the kind that makes us come back for more year after year, if we can.
I used liberation in a blog post for the first time in response to an especially impactful talk by Dr. Danny Martin at a meeting of the National Council of Teachers of Mathematics.
Perhaps what I found so refreshing about Dr. Martin’s address was his insistence on centering Black children and their flourishing in his research and practice. His advocacy is fierce, unapologetic and precise. And his bravery in articulating a way forward that does not aim to first assuage white sensibilities came as a little shock to my system but then as a useful corrective to my previous understandings.
I wrote about how I do fitness now in middle age and I think this post has more likes than any other. Go figure!
The Director of my school described it as a PWI (predominantly white institution) at our opening all staff meeting and I nearly fell off my chair.
My youngest son is a ski jumper and I wrote about being a spectator-parent.
What I Will Fret Over 2018 – new worries layered on top of the usual.
…this morning I have fear and some faith. I have community and back up. I know which side of history I am on. Today I will fret. I will also fight.
I had a lot going on. I attended a conference and actively followed another conference on Twitter enough to write about it. And I read some poetry which moved and challenged me. Laura Da’ s Instruments Of The True Measure left an impression I was eager to share.
I hesitate to tell you what I believe I read because I fear I could be wrong. But there are moments where we see with our own eyes the greedy claims of Manifest Destiny.
From “Greenwood Smoke”
To the south, a surveyor
crosses the river
once called simply
after the shape of its bend,
soon to be baptized anew
with an Irish assessor’s surname. (p.36)
I read a book almost in one sitting so I wrote a letter to the author.
Thank you for reading my words and thinking alongside me this year. I’m glad you could make it. Let’s see what 2019 holds. More words are nearly a given.