Autumn Creativity

Autumn Creativity

As the nighttime expands with the season, it opens up more time for dreams when I am awake. In earlier times, our ancestors likely used the longer hours by the light of the fire to imagine what they saw hinted at in the flames or in the shadows they cast. It was a time for storytelling and adventures of the imagination. It is similar, I suppose, for me even in a time of electric lights and computers.

I’ve noticed for years that Autumn is the richest time for my creativity Continue reading

The Love of Stories Read Aloud

The Love of Stories Read Aloud

She began almost every class after lunch by reading to us.

We were sixth-graders. She was our teacher during the class period right before lunch and the class period right after. The subjects she taught were English and Social Studies.

How could one possibly teach anything to adolescents before and after lunch? It was crazy . . . something that could only make sense to a middle school administrator.

Fifteen minutes. Sometimes twenty or more. She read to us as we digested our meals and cooled down from time on the playground. I can still hear Mrs Y’s voice. I can even remember many of the stories she read from books about twelve and thirteen year-olds like ourselves.  Continue reading