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Difference making: I Can Bike
In 2004, we had somehow managed to get (and stay) pregnant during a conjugal visit while Dad was away at teacher’s college 3 hours north for the year. We were paying rent on two different apartments, I was massively pregnant and leaving teaching for maternity leave, Dad was looking for a first-time teaching job and…
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When Political Penny-Pinchers Pilfer your PD
Originally published in Canadian School Libraries Journal May 21, 2019. When the political world beckons me to pick sides and arm myself, I conscientiously reflect on my purpose and my goals as a teacher-librarian. I also surround myself with like-minded idealists, searching for ways to not only make sense of the turmoil, but also to…
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The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu by Joshua Hammer
The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu: And Their Race to Save the World’s Most Precious Manuscripts by Joshua Hammer My rating: 4 of 5 stars I had visions about what this book would be like…an action adventure of bibliophiles in northwest Africa…..and the beginning and ending were very much that. I longed to immerse myself in…
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Bittersweet by Colleen McCullough
Bittersweet by Colleen McCullough My rating: 3 of 5 stars It’s a lark….and possibly too formulaic. McCullough has multiple points of view as she narrates the story of 4 sisters who enter nurse training in order to try on work and be rid of their stepmother. From there the plots deviate but all during post…
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Leaping with no net: autism for teens in Ontario
Last Thursday night, I attended a 2 hour session for parents of autistic children, run by one of our local support providers, Kerry’s Place, titled: Planning for Transition to Adulthood. Our son is 14, in grade 9, and as the presenters said, “it’s an optimal time to start planning.” The room was set up poorly…
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Is there anything more sad…
Is there anything more sad than a bed half-empty that was once half-full? The thought came rolling around in Aria’s mind every time she approached her bed at night. Likewise when she rolled over each morning to stare at the space where her left arm now fell lifeless, daring to expand across the halfway point…
