Who is magic? What is magic? When is magic? Where is magic? Why is there magic? How is there magic?
My first memory of magic was stepping on a magic rainbow puddle aka oil slick and the rainbow disappearing and spreading outward. My mom whispered, “Make a wish.”
I did. And, it came true.
I thought inside, “Wow”. Not only was the oil slick magical but my wish coming true held magic in it too.
My mom was and is magic. Real life. Today is her birthday. The numeral 26 holds such significance as well as the numeral 8. This is why this blog is published each and every month on the 26th at 8:26am in honor of my mother’s memory and legacy.
Today I stepped on an oil slick aka a magic rainbow and I made a wish and thought of my Mom.
I smile and still see where the magic is. It’s found in a rainbow puddle. It spreads outwards. It’s in me.
Wait. Will we be happier? Who loves zooming? Is it trueeee? I do, I do, I do, I do, ooooo in the reminiscent Kenan and Kel series when asked if he loves orange soda. Is zooming good for us? While yes, it keeps us connected does it aid in burnout and result in frustration? Is in-person real life interaction(ing) better than zooming?
Yes and no. Yes, as teachers, we see real life home environments and children in their first and most important learning environment. Then no, as we know children’s learning is play and hands on learning in the real natural world. However, technology is a part of our real natural world now isn’t it?
As an advocate for literacy, I must admit and say that I am now an advocate of digital literacy for children especially as they are growing and will turn into grown ups who need to be prepared for professions not even created yet and jobs that they indeed will make up themselves. Our future coders and developers must have the capacity of critical and creative thinking which is opened up through natural world and online digital learning.
Being able to see digital literacy and book literacy is incredible. Some students are using the chat feature to type and sound out words. Some are hacking banking systems. Seeing the stages of emergent reading and writing online is incredible aka as drawing.
Learning to Write and Draw happens in stages and now think of the following stages digitally accompanied by text and emojis.
Stage 1: Random Scribbling (15 months to 2½ years)
Stage 2: Controlled Scribbling (2 years to 3 years)
Stage 3: Lines and Patterns (2½ years to 3½ years)
Stage 4: Pictures of Objects or People (3 years to 5 years)
Stage 5: Letter and Word Practice (3 to 5 years)
Thank you to Zero to 3 for the above stages! For more go to:
*Please also click on, see and take a closer look at the images above. My student sounded out Charlotte from Charlotte’s web as “sleet” and used emojis as symbols from the story. My student also did so much more up there. Coding. Lot’s and lot’s of coding.
If we use technology in meaningful ways our students will grow in book literacy and digital literacy simultaneously. Using technology in meaningful ways is necessary for children’s growth and development as they grow through the stages of life. They can use it to tell their stories and that is powerful in itself.
So, what else can you do to encourage children’s literacy aka the process of art and writing skills *creative and critical thinking*? Let’s add to the list: emails, messaging, creating videos, drawing digitally, podcasts, chatting, zooming and coding as these are all a part of our real lives. If we know children imitate us and watch as we do not as we say then let’s embrace it in meaningful and appropriate ways.
So there was this little girl and she found a rock.
She held it in her hands like in a clasped hug. She loved this rock. She thought she found Gold and in a way she did. Well, she goes to her dad and said look you won’t believe what I found. She opened her hand and her dad was like oh you found a stone. That’s cool. Listen love, see how much you can get for it.
She said, DAD but it’s just a rock. No one WILL BUY a rock. Her Dad said just promise me you’ll try and when someone makes you an offer tell me. She looked back and said ok. She walked out of the house and into the street.
The first person she saw she showed them this rock and said, hey excuse me sir I got this rock and uh are you interested in purchasing it? The man looked at her and peeked in at the rock, shrugged his shoulders and said, I’ll give you $5.00. Her eyes went wide and said really? You’ll pay me for this rock. He said yea. She said ok hold on let me tell my dad.
She runs back to her dad. Tells him and he responds oh, ok keep walking and ask someone else. She said, BUT DAD he’s giving me 5.00 for a rock!!!
He said walk on. Get another offer.
So she did and the next person was inside of a pawn shop. She walked right in there and was like excuse me Ma’m I got this rock and I want to see how much it’s worth? The women peered over the counter took the rock out of the little girl’s hand. Looked at it and weighed it. She said I’ll give you 50.00 for it. The little girl was shocked!
She ran out the store told her dad and he said walk on.
The little girl said BUT DAD this lady’s giving me 50.00!! Her Dad said walk on and ask someone else. So she did. She walked into a museum right, a Stone Museum. This special stone place filled with rocks! She walked right in there, head held all high and said hey excuse me everyone, I have a “stone” and I want to see how much it’s worth. Well, the museum people carefully looked at this little girl, took the stone out of the little girls hands with gloves inspected it carefully, like real carefully. A gentlemen came over, and put even put on these special glasses and carefully chiseled a bit away on this rock/stone. You could tell these guys we serious about some stones. They were stone collectors and they genuinely loved rocks and all that. So, they started asking her a lot of questions of where she found it, how she cared for it, what it’s name was, who it belongs to, when she found it, why it was special to her. She thought about the last question a lot. She thought about how she felt when she first found it before telling her dad and before him asking her to get money for it. And she said well when I first saw it—it was the most different, the most original stone I ever found, that I ever saw before. I never seen a stone like it in my life. And, well, I held it like I’d never find another one like it. I cleaned it — I carried it and protected it.
They started asking her more questions about her stone.
The whole time they wrote down everything. After their conversation they placed this stone next to another stone in a special case. They walked around and admired it. They said look how it stands out in this case! They looked at the little girl and said give us a few moments we need to deliberate on this. We are speechless. After several HOURS — the stone collectors returned and asked how much do YOU want for it? What will be your highest and lowest that you’d take for it? The little girl again was in shock. She said hold on. She said can I have my stone back? I need to go talk to my Dad about this! They said okay.
They wrapped the stone in special silk and handed it to the little girl. The little girl held it. Clasped it. She ran to her Dad.
She said DAD the museum people — the stone collectors—you won’t believe this! — they asked ME how much it’s worth?!!
Her Dad smiled. He asked her, well how much? Cause that’s what matters most.
— What matters most is how much you think it’s worth before you even showed me it. Nobody else. Never settle. ((You know how much she got for that stone? Mannnn, amazing!))
I dream in rainbow technicolor. My dreams are vivid hues and shades where we are all connected as one. It’s not a dream. I am literally living this in my life. I’m thankful and full of gratitude.
Each color of the rainbow symbolizes something special.
June is pride month. Remember Stonewall. Always. It was a riot and uprising to be treated as human beings. Riots and protests are our language. It is the human language especially when no one is listening. Yea, they hear us but they are not listening and not taking action. This month I’m honoring the Black Lives Matter movement. Their lives matter too.
“That hoop will bring nothing but drugs and crime.”
I replied, “No disrespect but we already have drugs and crime here.”
Unit 4. Washington DC. Our nation’s capital. We had prostitutes, guns, drugs and crime in our neighborhood. We also had amazing individuals come together to do something about it. We also had people go against the change. But we all well most of us, came together.
Most of all, we did something about it. Read previous blogs to find out.
You know what else we had? A very high illiteracy rate.
Research shows when you don’t have reading literacy or math literacy you most likely will end up in jail. And, guess what? It’s true and that’s why more jails are built. People recognize the power in book literacy and financial literacy.
We need to change the game of education and life. We need to be creative, collaborative, compassionate and chance takers. Most of all, we need to empower one another to be bold and daring.
Don’t ask permission – ask forgiveness.
For approximately 90,000 of DC’s adults, low literacy skills are a barrier to just about everything – completing their education, getting and keeping a decent job, and staying out of poverty (Washington Literacy Center).
If you want to find out more of how to help with illiteracy please click here:
Carpe Diem, friends. Recently, my college students wrote about a Ted Talk and also chose an article that casts doubt on it. A student chose one about happiness.
After the presentation I asked them, “What does your happiness look like?” My student from Catalonia asked me what mine looks like and told me that I should have a blog all about life especially social revolutions and happiness. I thought of John Lennon and then it got me thinking about my happiness and the moments when I’m really happy.
So what does my happiness look like?
I told my students: “Mine looks like a plastic chair, really any chair or even the ground anywhere in the sunshine, lounging with a pile of books at my feet.”
Then I remembered when I visited my hometown after many years, I pulled out a plastic chair and books, sat in the sun and I saw my neighbor Frank.
When he saw me in my sister’s backyard doing that, he smiled and said, “I haven’t seen you since high school! And, you still love that. “It’s true and another fun fact is that I also love-love-love the little things like watching ants and wondering if a raindrop can be smaller than a mouse’s fingertips? Shout out to the poet ee cummings.
Another source where my happiness grows from is the kind of happiness working, growing and learning with children as they remind us of the small things. Each and every single day. They remind me to Live Life to the Fullest. To be in the moment. To remember that it is a process. We are all in a process of becoming. When we think we know, we have no idea.
When I was around 8 years old, my father gave me a book after he got out jail entitled: Live Each Day to the Fullest featured here in the image and that is exactly what I plan on and am doing.
Would you give your most precious belongings to a stranger?
I’m not sure what you care about but think about it. Think about something you care a lot about and wonder whether or not you would give it away freely or with hesitation. Would you give a stranger your mother’s ring? Would you give your car? Would you give your cellphone?
Now imagine what that may feel like for a family when they arrive to a classroom or school for the first time where their child will be going. It’s not easy. Our families need hugs the most. During the day, when our children say they miss their loved ones we often remind our children that no matter what they are always in their hearts. I used to say no matter what they will always be back but a part of me feels like that is a lie. Because I remember when my mother didn’t come back. I remember the day my mother died.
Now I say, no matter what they are always in your heart. No matter what. It’s never really a goodbye. And, a great educator and now friend from Nigeria said, “We meet to part and part to meet.” It’s never really a goodbye. She had a finesse and way of saying goodbye without ever saying bye. In that moment, she spoke to and educated not my head but my heart and spirit. I pay that kind of thing forward. With love+light+hugs.
2016. In the words of Sister Souljah: It was the Coldest Winter Ever. It was around Christmas time. And, in the words of the character Goldilocks in The Three Bears, the Chair featured in the image, was and still is just right.
Around this time, I ended a 13 year relationship with someone who I thought was the love of my life. It felt like someone died. I experienced death before. My mom. My god mother. My dad. That kind of pain never goes away.
I was going through it. I was healing and having epiphones and growing stronger mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually: all of me.
I got a call from my sister. She said, “I have a surprise for you.” I was planning to go home for the holidays and sleep over my sisters. It was awhile since I did that. When I arrived to her house that winter, it was cold outside and inside myself. I was really sad and depleted. I felt empty. I felt cold. And, no one even noticed.
She said, “I was going to wait until Christmas but do you want your surprise now?” We are so similar when it comes to surprises, I thought. I can’t wait either to give someone their surprise or gift. I said, “Yes!” She left to get the surprise.
She walked back into the room with a painted chair. She had an artist paint a chair for me. It said: “Ms. Jill” and it was soooooo incredible and colorful that I couldn’t speak. It even had a rainbow. A symbol as a promise for me. This meant the world to me. I swallowed. I stared at her table.
I looked more closely at her table and the empty chairs around it. I cried. I noticed that a chair was missing from it. I noticed how the chair she had painted for me was from her table. She had 3 out of 4 chairs left.
I took a d e e p breath. I was full of gratitude that I have someone like this in my life. We talk about who sits at our tables, who no longer fills the empty chairs and spaces, who breaks our chairs like in that Three Bears Story but what about when a person takes a chair from their own table and gives it away. It is a reminder of who was standing with you all along. Chair or no chair. Table or no table.
I am full of gratitude. Of light. Of love. Of all of the above. None of these material possessions we can take with us when we pass on from this physical realm. But that kind of thing, most of all, that kind of love lives on even when we die.
It’s true. Yelling or dwelling on something you have no control over is wreckless and at best, pointless. We do not have control over anything really. What we do have control over is how we respond. Start each day asking: “How do I want others to feel?” Then act accordingly.