Whan that Aprill with his shoures sooteThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licourOf which vertu engendred is the flour…. My students are memorizing this. These and the other fourteen opening lines of the General Prologue to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. A few of them (small handful) actually like … More Chaucer, Anyone?
I realized not too long ago that I’ve always wanted magnetic poetry. You know what I mean, don’t you? Those little white magnetic rectangles that have only one word on them, and you put them on your refrigerator (or locker or filing cabinet) and arrange and rearrange them to make poems. I had played with … More Refrigerator Shakespeare
He’s decided that, throughout this entire school year, he’s only ever going to wear shorts. No pants, no jeans, no sweat pants. None. He’ll only wear shorts. Interestingly, he’ll wear any of the above on the weekends. No worries. In fact, he was wearing pants on Friday. I know. I saw him. This restraint, this … More What To Wear
I received a belated and Most Welcome birthday gift the other day: Annie Dillard’s novel, The Maytrees. I am thrilled to get my hands on anything by Annie Dillard. Anything. Already I own copies of The Writing Life and An American Childhood, and I own them again in my Three By Annie Dillard, which includes … More More from Annie