Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Today, April 2nd, according to The Canadian Children's Book Center, is International Children's Book Day. They wrote "Today and every day, we are honored to support the reading, writing, illustrating, and publishing of Canadian books for young readers." Good on you CCBC. Agreed. Grateful for the reminder I am in 100% agreement with them. I'm... Continue Reading →
Although this post is titled The Collegial Discussion, it was mostly about me listening and not discussing at all. The visitor I recently had an educational assistant in one of the most diverse classes of my day. It's full of neurodivergent children, children with cognitive complexities, and some English as an additional language students---some of... Continue Reading →
This blog post is the precursor to the two very late posts I intended to post on time. But I didn't. I am not saying any of this from a place of complacency. I always intend to write at least one post a week but sometimes life happens. This is not the first time I... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting here with a great sense of gratitude for everything. I realize that it's impossible for me to feel negative emotions and gratitude at the same time. My brain doesn't work that way. I wonder if anyone's brain does? I can't sit waist-deep in the bullshit of my day and simultaneously point to the... Continue Reading →
Having written my memoir really gets me thinking about everyone else's story. No one is ordinary. And even if they are---it's in that day-to-day that stories are built, that the remarkable occurs. In the hall at work, I stopped to watch a teacher assemble a bulletin board. Another teacher stopped and another one---a small professional... Continue Reading →
November and December were full. Full. Full. Full stop. You can probably tell by my lack of posts and presence on here. Birthdays and book launches November was busy. I celebrated my 55th birthday and launched my new book My List, My Rules. My learning curve grew once again as this book was a solo... Continue Reading →
Iceland has the right idea. There is a list of reasons to give books as gifts. My List, My Rules: The Year A Checklist Changed My Life is the most recent book I have written. I'm extremely proud of all the books on my author roster but this one is special. It's about the year... Continue Reading →
**Stories that were not in My List My Rules Goal: Crochet Something Mindful this. Mindful that. I grew up watching my good Greek Ma craft her brains out. She did not paint or draw but she did everything else. She sewed. She embroidered. She rug-hooked. Remember that one? She took a stab at beading and... Continue Reading →
The first part of this post was written at school. I finished all my duties: room cleaned, marks entered, boxes packed and ready for transport. I am being moved to a new school. Last-minute administrative duties are done. With this bit of free time, I thought why not work on the writing side of my... Continue Reading →
I have an elderly neighbor who's been around for about 30 years. Up until a couple of years ago, he and his even more elderly parents shared the home. They've passed. Now he lives alone. He's quirky, with quirky ideas. Whenever we chat the conversation always finds its way to the biblical ominous end of... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 