Monday, February 21, 2011

You have to wonder

"There has recently been a national furor about school reform. One must wonder how it is possible to talk of improving schools while cutting funding, demoralizing teachers, cutting scholarships to college, and increasing class sizes."

It just doesn't make sense - at least to me.

I think that this article on CNN.com presents the viewpoint of teachers very well.Ravitch's book is now on my "to-read" list.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

We all

When I listen to songs, the words are what strike me.

Last night was the first time I remember hearing the song "Bleed Red" by Ronnie Dunn. I pondered it last night as I fell asleep. I listened to it over and over again today while I graded papers. I can't get it out of my head.

 Sometimes our world seems so broken. It is a difficult place to be. Some days it is so hard to feel at peace. I see the gap between reality and the ideal; it's hard to not know or see how to bridge that divide. I feel like this song captures some of these feelings so well. 




Let’s say were sorry before it’s too late
Give forgiveness a chance
Turn the anger into water
Let it slip through our hands
We all bleed red, we all taste rain
All fall down, lose our way
We all say words we regret
We all cry tears, we all bleed red
If we’re fighting we’re both losing
We’re just wasting our time
Because my scars, they are your scars
And your world is mine
You and I
We all bleed red, we all taste rain
All fall down, lose our way
We all say words we regret
We all cry tears, all bleed red
Sometimes we’re strong, sometimes we’re weak
Sometimes we’re hurt,and it cuts deep
We live this life breath to breath
We’re all the same we all bleed red
...

Thursday, February 10, 2011

pretty

This is what I did on my most recent snow day (yesterday)...

Not just one - no! Two camera strap covers.





I'm getting pretty bummed about all the snow, so I needed to make something bright and cheery. I used the tutorial here.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

real

...

Real, is the hand you hold 57 years

Real, is a band of gold trembling with fear
...

Real, like too much rain falling from the sky

Real, like the drought that came around here last July
...

The prayer they prayed when they plant the seeds

And the chance they take to bring us our next meal

I call that real


Saturday, February 5, 2011

Sunday morning surprise

When your husband is a high school girls basketball coach (although I'm pretty sure I never would have done this!)...



"We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are." -Tobias Wolff

At least they learned the quote of the week.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

last gift

This is our Christmas gift from Jim and Sheila (Brad's aunt and uncle/godparents). It was just delivered on Saturday. I once mentioned in that I would love to have one, and, presto! here it is.

(Edit: the embroidered jean quilt was my high school graduation present from my parents. My mom designed it and drew most of the pictures; my grandmas embroidered it.)