Capturing Creativity
The phrase “I don’t really understand art,” is one I hear often. Over the past 3 years of teaching at SKETCH I have found an interesting paradox. The most common statements I hear from kids are “I love stories,” and
Have you figured out that my husband never does anything halfway yet? The kids’ tree house is no different. What started out as plans for a simple treehouse as part of our summer Physics Playground project, has turned into a huge
How often do you feel like you are drifting from one priority to another, never quite accomplishing what you set out to do? All of us are busy every day, but it seems as if few of us feel
Don’t judge me by that photo – I’ll explain the chaos in a minute. Over the past few years I have developed a system of getting ready for the coming school year that is a bit wacky. I thought I’d
Have you ever noticed that when one person is laid up, the entire family slows down? At least, that is the way it works in my house. My husband sliced his heel on a boat cleat and can’t walk (I’d explain,
Our world is noisy. Information overload isn’t just a buzz word – it is our reality. Unfortunately, determining what to remember (or even notice in the first place) is largely sub-conscious. So, how can we influence what our students’
Train sabotage. Close encounters with torpedoes. A missing child. Our good friend Mr. Fred regularly delights my family with visits over breakfast where he has slowly shared many tales of his childhood during the 2nd World War. His story is
I wholeheartedly believe that a thorough education in the arts (music, dance, theater & visual arts) is an essential part of childhood. I should clarify that I don’t mean listening to music in the car or playing with crayons on
Bubonic plague, concentration camps, slavery … history is often dark and full of tragedy. Knowing how and when to introduce difficult topics without creating fear can be tricky. Living with sensitive kids has taught me a lot. Here are the
I currently have a folding table set up in the middle of my living room. On it are heaps of paper, books, photos, ticket stubs, and projects. By the end of the night those bits and bobs will all find