I’m still posting over at my travel blog. We are cooking in earnest. Live to Eat; Eat to Live. Thursday at a glance
Author: Kate Tabor
English teacher in a JK-12 school
Moving in to Camp Shetek
Still posting at my other blog We moved in with much waiting, and waiting, and mechanical problems with transportation. Moving in
I’m on the road – and posting from my other blog
I started traveling last week, beginning with the once-every-two-years family reunion. We’ve been gathering like this since 1969 and my sister and I are menu planners and provisioners. Start here: Hunting and Gathering
Light
I have been taking yoga classes for the past two years with Bob Whittinghill, an amazing Iyengar teacher in Chicago. I admit to only really feeling like I have been “studying” yoga for the last year or so. The first year I spent just trying to stay upright or supine or whatever the asana required. …
Four types of tears
(I started this on the last day of school for teachers) In the past 48 hours I have cried. A lot it seems. And I have discovered that there are really many kinds of tears. First – abject sadness I wept at my desk on Wednesday, exhausted from the stress of delivering the yearbook, having…
Misfit Toys
Earlier this year one of my colleagues told me that my advisory was the Island of Misfit Toys, and that I was the Lion. I suspect that I wear that badge with equal parts pride and sadness. Because it’s mostly true. One of my fears moving back to the middle school is that the Charlie…
Poets and Peas
We’ve been looking at American poets in class this week and I always like these days. Each student brings in a poet and we look at their life and an amuse-bouche of their work. This week we had Robert Creeley (and his poem Zero), Paul Laurence Dunbar (and his Caged Bird and some of his…
Bracketology
It’s all about the final four – While we were in the midst of March Madness we captured these literature brackets from my students. Characters The Bracket Maker Would Like to Marry – out of a varied field of potential mates, four emerge in the finals – Odysseus (the ultimate hero), Rorschach, Jay Gatsby, and…
A Piece I Am Piecing
I’ve been wrestling with finding time to write. Here is part of a larger reflection that I am working on. The Quilt When I began my career at this school there was a tradition of having new teachers speak at an all school gathering to introduce themselves to the school community. I am not sure…
Pinks
My oldest daughter is in a teen circus ensemble at The Actors Gymnasium. She’s in this bridge line. I know which one she is. But her pink spandex costume needs alteration; it’s just a bit wide. Today I am elected to alter the spandex. I have some sewing skills, yes, but my sewing machine is…
Alice and Jesse
Blog stats are interesting things. I noticed that a search today was for the lyrics to Alice and Jesse, a song on my “these always make Kate cry” list. So as a public service, and because I can find them no other place – I have transcribed the lyrics. Of course, in the process,the song…
A poem for today (for me, just because)
54 by E. E. Cummings, from XAIPE maybe god is a child ‘s hand)very carefully bring -ing to you and to me(and quite with out crushing)the papery weightless diminutive world with a hole in it out of which demons with wings would be streaming if something had(maybe they couldn’t agree)not happened(and floating- ly int o…
Living on the Lip of Insanity 