Can't Wait to Host @Harding_High and Students from @mrsherzogSHS and @Barbara75223900's Classrooms Today - Writing Our Lives & Finding Our Joy

It's the end of the year as we know it, and I feel fine! 

Yep, all the projects are culminating and the next few weeks are a celebration of the hard work of incredible teachers. When Fola Sumpter, Kim Herzog, and Barb Robbins come my way with a project idea, I can't help but respond, "Let's do it." Students from Harding and Staples High School have been collaborating on "Joy" projects as they read Kwame Mbalia's (ed) Black Boy Joy. Fortunate for us, too, Julian Winters has agreed to be a spokesman - the entire collection is phenomenal (and we were lucky to have Julia on The Write Time earlier last year). 

Wait. I have to stop a second. I had Kwame Mbalia, Varian Johnson, Julian Reynolds, and Cosby Hunt in one space earlier this year. Dang. I am still dancing as a result of that show. BRILLIANT. This time we get Julian Winters!

Today, however, over 100 kids come to workshop ideas, thinking, writing, discussion, and possibilities in the Dolan School of Business Event Center, and will utilize breakout rooms throughout the building (this is a dream space for educators and work like this). I spent yesterday setting up with 100s of bottles of water, Capris Suns, and gummy bears (plus writing supplies out the yazoo). 

This is a Barb and Fola Book Club tradition!

There's nothing better than the feeling of a fantastic investment: great schools, wonderful teachers, brilliant text, and the gift of Julian Winters. I can hardly wait to see how the young people deliver the brilliance of their hard work. 

This is a dream team for sure. 

I love the National Writing Project work I'm blessed to do.

And With That, I've Returned Safely to Connecticut to Kick-Off Two Weeks of Incredible, Joyous Sanity for Hope & the Stars

The drive home was uneventful. The traffic flowed, I had a good book to listen to, and Kanyea and Courtney found time to stop by to see me, Butch, Karal, and Sue, before I left. Amazing to witness the maturity and growth of the very people I love to mentor and learn with.

I did come home with the CWP computer being ousted from Fairfield University systems again (this is the annual tradition of summer - so frustrating), but I found a work-around with online emails and passwords, although I gave myself plenty of grays trying to remember exactly how. 

Mom worried I left Karal's IAMs behind, but I assured her that was a bag for Amalfi Drive visits. All is well. She will be able to eat.

Today, I drive to campus to get all the supplies for 100s of kids coming for the Writing Our Lives - Black Boy Joy event with Harding High School, Staples High School, and Julian Winters. 

Phew. I saw these weeks coming, and now I need to see them carried forward, even with grad capstones hovering above and around every corner. Easier to get the work done when it isn't sunny and 88 degrees. The beach is calling.

And I'm chagrined, because a piece of mail that was mailed to me before I left is still not in my mailbox...I'm awaiting a book. Instead of that book, though, I have another box of children's books waiting to find a good home. 

Ah, we got this. Breathing in. Breathing out. 

Can't Do a CNY Visit Without Frequenting Chubby's with Papi Butch. Can't go wrong with Bar Food and Beer in the Middle of the Day

I should have known on Friday when Lowes didn't deliver the new fridge until 9:30 p.m. (we'll have it there between 12-4), that Saturday would be a hot mess. Lowe's did get the new fridge in the garage, but not in the laundry room, so Butch was out in the garage at 6:30 a.m. trying to remember the difference between a Phillips and flat screwdriver. He didn't want to wait for Lowe's to return (this can't be faulted...they've been asses throughout). He did, though, kick me into gear, so we took the doors off, and then Cynde arrived and we got the new fridge in. 

I can't redo the play-to-play, because it's too much drama to recall, but Mom and Dad do have a new fridge downstairs and the ice-maker works (thanks, Mike). Then, dad needed a new pump for the wheels of his pushcart (that were flat), so we got him one of those, only to learn he had an air compressor in the garage. It's all good. Karen and Fred lent theirs.

Patience is the only way we can roll. And I also went to BJs to get sirloin steak tips and then prepared potatoes and barbecue for dinner - delicious. We won't say anything about the bottle of wine Cynde, Chitunga, and I finished post dinner, all while temperatures dropped and we wanted Butch to build a fire. Alas, no wood. 

But we had Chubby's for lunch. That's a tradition that can't be overlooked. And Mom and Dad now have a new fridge for their water, Pepsis, and Diet Pepsis. 

Ah, Syracuse. The traditions are always there for us, as is family. All love. All appreciation. 

Finally Saw the Last Episode (Finale) of THIS IS US. For Me, the Randall/Deja Storyline Was What Put the Bow on the Entire Series.

I'm actually a lot less emotional than I expected to be at the season finale of THIS IS US. Over the last year, the writers have done a good job of pulling stories together, and the typical emotional lines weren't as powerful, but more delicately displayed. It was driving me nuts that adult Deja wasn't the same actress as teenage Deja, although I kept thinking I might be wrong - the doppelgänger familiarity was extremely close. For some reason, I wish they kept the same actress.

After all, Randall, Beth, and Deja have been my favorite characters throughout all these years, especially with the strength they demonstrated as characters, parents, and willing recipients for new definitions of love (which Jack and Rebecca allowed to develop). 

To me, all of THIS IS US leaders to Deja's storyline and the fact that she is pregnant with a son....William. That got me...a reason why I fell in love with the writing all along.

And there it goes. An endings. I had low expectations for the show, but also high ones, simply because it has been a staple throughout the last several years. I watched the final episode ready to be critical and to pick it apart.

Nope. It was superb. Very well done, and in the genre of the writing that made/makes it what it is. 

But if they started a show called Deja, I'd start watching tomorrow. I loved her character and all she might bring forward to the world. 

I'm sad to see this show end, but I'm proud I stayed with it. I remember when it first started, Chitunga and my mom hooked me in. I see why.

It really was a beautiful story. 

4 a.m. Wake Up Call. 5 a.m. Departure. 7:30 Flight Back to Syracuse. Fortunate to Also Have Spent Some Time with Literacy Friends

As always, everything NWP was rejuvenating, joyful, hopeful, exciting, and exhausting. I am hoping I'll find some time to sleep on the plane (and even more hopeful I might get some leg room). Was also thankful to Stephanie Toliver stopped by to say hi to Tonya and me, albeit brief and only for dinner. It was great seeing her in person once again (and I love that people super-fanned her at our table).

These two brilliant human beings..

I am wishing for a safe flight so I can spend a couple of days with my family, and help my parents some. There's a lot going on in the next few weeks, and I need to reserve some energy for the calling (which are blessings, although intense). 

Thank you National Writing Project. I think because we spent 8 hours a day writing, I'm spent with what to share right now on the ol' blog, but do know I absorbed much and have the direction I need.

I'll be in touch. 

Trust me. 

Okay, @CuseCoachJack! Syracuse in the House! Yes, I Know. We're in Denver. But I See You. We Got This. Cuse Nation! Orange Women.

So, I chose to drive to Syracuse, fly from Syracuse to Denver, then fly back to Syracuse. Why? My family is in Syracuse and my doctorate is from there. I'm in the lobby of the hotel and see Syracuse garb (that's what happens when luggage doesn't arrive) and I say, "SYRACUSE," in which I then meet Syracuse Head Coach Felisha Legette-Jack. She just arrived, because she's doing a keynote for a conference of women coaches at the same hotel, promoting strong women in sports.

Boom. Bam. Bing! That was the thing! 

Of course I talked Hoops4Hope, Skills4Life, Hoops Africa: Ubuntu Matters, and all the Syracuse connections. 

All the way in Colorado to meet the head coach from Syracuse in the lobby. That's what I'm talking about. Now, I have to get Dr. Kelly Chandler-Olcott, the School of Education, Abu & Lossine Bility, and the Syracuse refugee community together to talk sports, literacy, women's athletics, mentorship, and the necessary skills to achieve on and off the course. BOOM. 

I'm ready for Ubuntu Academy Syracuse. I know the two young men who would be able to lead the way.

#LeadershipMatters #CoachesRock #GoOrange

We're all in this together.

It's Been a Minute for National Travel, but I Made it to Denver, Colorado for a National Writing Project Meet. I'm Exhausted. But I'm Here

Crandall got it in his head that he'd drive to Syracuse, leave Karal with the parental units, then fly to Colorado for the NWP gathering, only to return to Syracuse to visit for a couple of days. So began a day of travel that began at 5:30 a.m. and ended and 11:30 p.m. (well, 9:25, East Coast time).

I don't think I was ready for the crowds of airplanes and airports, but we have to start somewhere. Hotel pillows and hotel beds. Here we go.

It was nice, however, to sit in the bar last night with faces I've worked with online for the past two years. That, of course, is also surreal, as it seems like there was this massive time warp and we were all victim to it. 

Okay, I need to get out of my room and into the conference center for a bagel and some coffee. I did, however, arrive, and I am thankful for it. 

Can We Count One-Year Anniversaries in Dog Years? If So, Then I Achieve More Than I Thought. 365 Days with Karal Lynne Karma Caramel Cupcake

Truth is we did a long walk in the morning, and it wasn't until Facebook reminded me, that I realized it was a year ago yesterday that I adopted Karal (here's the post from a year ago). After the walk, I drove to New Haven Schools, did work with teachers, stopped at BJs to get snacks for next week, and came home and walked Karal again. Then I drove to the University where I worked until 8 p.m. teaching a Capstone course. Of course, this morning I'm hitting the road for what I thought was going to be a vacation, but turns out to be a road trip between work obligations. But, I get 10 hours of car riding this week, and that means a new book. That's all the vacation I need for right now, plus, I get to see family in Syracuse for a couple hours on the weekend. 

Meanwhile, Colorado. 

This is the way things roll.

Ah, but back to Karal. I've told the boys I'm good with all terrains and mentorship except for relationships. Not good at them, am too selfish to maintain them, and I much prefer my isolation, bachelorhood, and randomness. I am a much better human outside of relationships.

Then, of course, there are the dogs. One at a time. Karal is a character...perhaps The Great Whatever's most amazing revenge: she's high maintenance, unpredictable, annoying, irksome, mischievous, sometimes loving, aloof, aggressive, hyper (hyper, and hyper), and routine. I've written before that I've never had anyone or anything so in love with me, and I guess I'm flattered, but her loyalty is also what creates her to be a $@#$@ around others. We've come to learn that Karal does not put on the obnoxious performance when I'm not around. It appears to be something I trigger in her when others are in my presence. She doesn't like to share me at all. So she seeks attention...competes for it, actually.

We're working on that. It's only been a year in my house and she's come a long, long way. It will be curious how she does at my parents the next couple of days when I fly to Denver. I imagine she'll be amazing - every dog is at the folks...it's the backyard and excessive biscuits. 

Okay, I'm hitting the road really early and it's me and Does My Body Offend You? as my choice book on audio. Karal in the backseat (okay, she'll jump to the front, guaranteed) and the debut novel by Mayra Cuevas and Marie Marquardt. So glad for the Gilly Segal and Kimberly Jones recommendation.

And we're off!

Down & Dirty. Phase One of a Three-Part Rennovation Plan Was Completed Yesterday. Thinking Next Phases Will Occur Next Year.

In my head, I live in the English garden of Barbara, the wonderful host who gave a home to Amy and me back when we studied at Cambridge. We arrived many weeks early, and chose to tour all of England, Ireland, and Scotland before our classes began, and Barb was one of our home-stays in the Northside of London. I loved afternoon tea and biscuits, but evening beers and fox-sightings. My goal will always be to have a fox and his family move under my shed forever and always. I'd put out a plate of food for him nightly, too. Barbara's garden was peaceful, calming, and always wonderful to sit, gather, and talk.

From 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. yesterday, we dug out several plants in the front, brought more from the backyard, and expanded the perennials forward by another 6 feet. My hope is to do the same on the other side of my porch, before expanding the backyard corner garden by 12 feet. It's doing excessively well, and everything needs to be split, divided, and spread - that's the love of gardening. You have a vision, you like your hands and legs in the dirt, you sweat excessively on 90 degree 

I was filthy, too. 

It was like I was mountain biking or competing in a Mudder 5K. Head to toe, I was covered in dirt and it felt great. Yes, I awoke at 6 a.m. and worked on University stuff until 11, but from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. I was garden-variety Bryan and I loved every second of it. I am thankful to Edem, too, because he doesn't break a sweat and he digs deeper than I can without Harvey the hernia popping out (yes, that's the name of #3...I am keeping him at bay, but I know he's there). 

Truth is, the bounty of these moves won't be known until next year, when things start growing back, but I think I made all the wise decisions. Lord knows I could give everyone in my neighborhood a Japanese Iris, and I'd still have enough to fully fashion my own yard (this is the result of a $2 buy from a lady a few streets over who gardens).

I'm also anxious to see how the herb garden goes of, and I'm determined to move the vegetable garden to the other side of the backyard. This requires time (which I don't have) and energy (which I quickly run out of after five hours of non-stop labor). 

Still, when I think of a spending a day of joy, I can think of fewer that aren't as happy as being in dirt. I just love it. 

With All the Pomp & Circumstance of this Weekend, I Couldn't Help Celebrating Krystyna's 94th Birthday. Wonderful to Have a Great Neighbor.

It is a go, go, go world, but I also know that my neighbor who I look after was turning 94. She loves orchids and I simply added to her orchid collection. She loved to spoil Glamis and now wants to cook for Karal, and she's feisty. Hikes the neighborhood, keeps an eye on my house, calls to make requests of me. Invites me in for coffee and conversation (although her English is limited)

She was like, "No. No. you don't buy for me. No." But I told her as long as she supplies me with pierogis, I'll be good to her on her birthday. Besides, she was all dressed up and did her hair for the day.

I decided to boycott the undergraduate graduation this morning, because I have nothing in me left to give. I'm not sure what sitting in the sun for another three hours will do, and although there are a few faces I want to congratulate, my allergies and exhaustion have me dreaming of pillows, sitting still, and blowing my nose with tissues. I need a day of rest (shouldn't we all take one?).

I have plenty of joy and appreciation for the happiness of the graduate graduation yesterday and that should tie me over for another year...as exhausting as it all is. 

Let today be for unwinding, slow planning, and the semblance of living as a snail, for just a little bit. Wish me luck...that is my aim.

And I want to sweat. I want to get in the soil. I want to be mindless, but intentional. 

And Here We Go Again...Day One of the Pervasive Graduation Season - This One for Class of 2023 Graduate School Graduates

I don't have the heart to tell them they're not done. They have four weeks with me starting on Monday...then they're be done. Such is the reality of teacher education programs. In order to fit everything in, we also need summer...well, June anyway.  

I need to be on campus by 7:30, although they will all show up last minute, if at all, and then I have to alphabetize in my head super quick and keep everyone in control. Good news...they aren't undergraduates. I don't have to deal with the alcohol and drugs. Just the bobby pins.

And we are in-person, and normal. I'm glad to see the 90 degrees has fallen to 80 degrees, and the morning will still be overcast so it won't be too miserable in the seats on the open lawn. Yes, it is a gorgeous graduation - stunning, actually, but when it rains it's miserable and when it is hot, it's miserable . I don't mind when the sun is under a cloud - then I don't cook under my robe and hat.

Graduations are more fun when we are walking or know someone specific who is walking. Our graduate graduations are a mixed back...some from last year come back, others from this year don't want to bother (exactly like I did with my two degrees at Louisville. I don't even know what a University of Louisville ceremony is like. I never attended). 

But I'll do my part and show support for the students that do go forward with pomp and circumstance, and I can attest that getting hooded, and walking for my dissertation, both at the School of Education and the Dome Ceremony, was incredibly special. I needed the closure and the feeling of joy, which is gave me.

Yet, it is true. I still know nothing. If I figured it all out, I wouldn't be blogging as I am right now. I'd be on an island by myself with books, beaches, and absolute joy from responsibility. 

Meanwhile...

As a Reminder to Myself Over the Next Few Weeks. Sometimes Everything Piles Up at Once and You Just Have to Pace Through It

It's one thing to plan big events pre-pandemic, but another in the post-era. K-12 schools are naturally wonkier than usual, and this includes paperwork, transportation, and movement to do out-of-school events. There are three scheduled to culminate the school year...a couple grant-funded. Everything has been arranged for a while, though, but one event hit a SNAFU because the University gave the space to a paying customer. Poof. For me, I only have to pay for food and tablecloths...not the entire room. I understand (I think). And I think we found an alternative plan. 

The next two days are graduation, but then summer courses begin, and I have a leadership retreat in Colorado that has been planned for months. I didn't know I was going to teach a course in May/June, though, until a week or two ago. I'm adapting, and this too shall pass. 

I need to hyper-focus today on dotting t's and crossing i's (intentional mistake...I always do that). Since I won't be on campus Tues-Friday next week, I need to get everything in place for the return, when the events are insanely large (and, of course, I'm teaching!!!!). I did this to myself, but once again, it is also a favor to the University. More importantly, I have K-12 teachers and their kids I take care of, too - this takes yearlong planning.

And once again, I have no administrative support. It's been insane for a very long time. I'm not sure if anyone will ever respond or listen. I've tried. The narrative at the top tells another story...those of us doing the work experience a different reality.

So I breathe.

When the Frustrations Grow Enormous, It is Best to Focus on What Matters Most - That Is, Incredible Colleagues and Mentors

Counselor Education will host a bigger celebration next month, but yesterday the University offered departing notes for this year's retirees, including academic giants and all stars like Ellen Umansky, Philip Lane, Sally O'Driscoll, Carol Pomarico, Judy Primavera, Irene Mulvey, and Tracey Robert. I had to say to Sonya Huber at one point, "Phew. We stand on the shoulders of these giants." I arrived in 2011, and I've learned so much from the leadership, perseverance, excellence, and commitment of these individuals. I said to Phil, "I would never have the courage to speak up against administration, but I remember several of your lines over the years at the faculty Mic. To Hell With Them All, was one of my favorites." 

Irene Mulvey was a giant who insisted on taking me under her wing for faculty salary, and she nominated me for the George Lang Award. Phew. Sally O'Driscoll was always an English department imp-friend whose brilliance exuded beyond campus and whose kindness continually made me happy to be part of the team - I just adored her. I've learned from students yearly that there's few who have an impact on knowledge like Ellen Umansky, and I was fortunate to serve R&T with her this year (quality, indeed). Carol Pomarico is the School of Nursing - my lord, the foundation of the school should be named after her. 39 years. And since I've arrived to Fairfield, I've always looked to Judy Primavera's vision as one to model my own - she is central to community-engaged scholarship.

Ah, but no one has been as instrumental and important to me as Dr. Tracey Robert (my speedie-sauce friend, blog reader, accomplice, and investor). I say she's an investor because she's always used her leadership to talk me into my own, letting me know my potential and how I can/could step up into new roles at the university, including GSEAP Faculty Chair and then Rank & Tenure. Many discuss their mentoring and guidance, but Dr. Robert has evidence behind what she says. She's been with me every step of the way, sharing her wisdom, checking in on my mental well-being, and simply being a careful, mindful soul. She's been VIP to me, and she's made the decision to step away. I can't blame her. She's done an amazing job, especially with her liaison to the School of Nursing. 

When I think of Fairfield University leadership, I think of Tracey Robert. Class, integrity, dedication, kindness, spirituality, devotion, meditation, and intellectual bravado. I hate to lose her to the better side (and it is a better side), but I respect her decision 150%. It might be odd for Ryan and I to adjust to a hallway without Tracey stopping by, but we'll do what we can. Who will bring us admission tickets to the daily clown show?

Tracey is simply adored. She is loved. She is respected. And she is admired. I am writing this morning with total appreciation of the woman she is, totally acknowledging that I am, because she is. I am indebted to her kindness to me since 2011. It is my goal to always pay it forward. For her, wherever I end up.

Congratulations, Tracey!!!

Cheers! This is a Photo from the Other Night, But I Thought It Appropriate to Tip My Glass on This Wednesday Morning (Well, Tip This Photo. I'm Drinking Coffee Now)

Cheers! My grades are finally in (and to the unpaid independent, studies from the English Department the students are good to go).

Cheers! The 1200+ additional hours of service for R&T are now over and I feel good about the three years I served.

Cheers! Food was good last night. 

Cheers! My department chair rocks and does phenomenal work, despite the obstacles that stand in his way. It is extremely admirable.

Cheers! To my colleagues who have found retirement at no better time that right now (Yes, I know you had 5 more years in you and I get why you want to leave now).

Cheers! To my colleagues who have been hired in leadership roles at other institutions. God Speed. May you enjoy the sanctity of new spaces.

Cheers! To the literary agent who finally got back after a year of invitations. Maybe. Just maybe. 

Cheers! To the May winds....the cool temperatures at night are a dream - they match the warm days beautifully, and I love smelling the ocean. 

Cheers! I didn't have to get up this morning to be anywhere at any particular time (unless you count afternoon meetings).

Cheers! The mermaid floats came in for Pam and Oona (a random act of kindness).

Cheers! I enjoyed a walk with Emily Smith today to DSB and back. I wish we had time to talk more. 

Cheers! To my break out group at yesterday's retreat who all had a moment of tears - this work has been too much the last few years.

Cheers! To the Great Whatever! May you allow everything to evolve at exactly the right time so we can continue to enjoy the journey.

Cheers! Here's to you.

Another Day for the Record Books: Bridgeport Seniors at Housatonic Community College Followed by Senior Soiree at Fairfield and Then a Dinner

I was out of the house by 8. Came home in the afternoon to walk Karal and was back out of the house until 10 p.m. for the annual R&T dinner. The day was very long and today will be another, followed by another, and so on. I'm exhausted.

Still, a highlight for me was when one of the Bridgeport seniors came up and said, "Dr. Crandall, I did Ubuntu Academy when I was a freshman and I remember you. You know my brother Juma well, too." Ah, I know this kid...an incredible soccer player and a mentee of Michael Silver. Saidi Musa is having his time to graduate and only has a few more weeks left of his high school career. Congratulations to him and all the seniors sponsored and supported by the Bridgeport Public Education Fund's College Awareness Program. These people do incredible work for all the kids with their eyes on higher education.

Another highlight was the R&T dinner at Artisan, and although the storms came in as we sat down, we really had a delicious, well-deserved meal. I've been looking forward to this for months. 

Today, however, it's another retreat, so back to campus I go. I don't know if I'm coming or going, but I do know I'm proud when a kid comes up to say he appreciated the CWP summer programs. Better, to see him thriving as a senior. 

Our investments pay off.

His older brother came through 8 years ago and he was just a kid. Now it's his turn to rise.

The pace is hard to keep up with - it just goes by too fast. 

Clematis Resoration 2022. We'll Pretend It Never Went Away. All Will Be Well, Although I Imagine My Father Misses My Mom's.

True story. When I lived in Kentucky, I bought my mom a purple clematis for Mother's Day, which my father heard as clitoris, and that was what it was then called from that point on. My father loved my mother's clematis, and anyone walking by got a tour of how it bloomed in the CNY summer air. "Come see my wife's clematis," he'd tell all walkers. Um. It was never corrected and it still brings me joy that this is a Amalfi Drive truth.

Here's another true story. I planted a similar clematis on Mt. Pleasant as soon as we moved in. It climbed along the garage wall and I loved it. Then, while away near Father's Day during one of Chitunga's rearrangements and restructuring of our home, he ripped it up saying, "I can't stand that weed next to the house." 

It wasn't a weed. It didn't come back. He's a big boy now and moved out. I replaced the weed and am hopeful. It's just a shrimp right now, but I will bring back the trellis, which Tunga also hated. Not sure what his issue was...I want it to climb the garage.

I also grilled him a dinner at 3. I told him I have a gift for his Sunday, but after sitting in traffic for two hours with another hour expected I had to text to say, "I'm giving up. It's 23 miles. CT traffic sucks and it not worth it. I will eat your meal and tell you how awesome it was."

Nutmeg state problems.

I'm heading to Housatonic Community College for work with Bridgeport Public Education Fund today. It's been a while and I'm excited to work with graduating seniors of Bridgeport Schools. Looking forward to the rebirth. 

I Needed Soil Therapy, So I Gave Myself a Day in the Dirt...That Is Until the April Showers Saved for May Arrived. It Will be a Good Soaking

I woke up early so I could get atop of my daily goals - planning/writing in the morning, grocery shopping, lawn, and then a day planting and digging in the ground. I'm trying to plant a rather robust herb garden this summer, and I did put all the perennials in pots. 

I also planted Kaitlyn & Dominik's seeds, so we'll see what they will do. Will it be a Heineken tree or a wine bush?

I realized while getting dirty, that what I really need to do is dig everything up and double the size of my gardens. The perennials do very well, especially the Japanese Irises, and my hostas are in need of thinning.  I have to be strategic because the blue berry bushes are loving life this year, and I really want to plant two more. In a dream land, I would not have a lawn to mow. Just varying butterfly and hummingbird plants. An English garden of sorts (maybe even a fox or two).

The lily of the valley are in bloom now, too, so I put a couple of flowers in each bathroom. Phew. That is an incredible smell. Makes the whole house smell clean. Well, it puts up the facade that I actually am cleaning.

I will await to post photos of the results, because we need another few weeks before everything takes off. I'm glad I got them in before the downpour, however, as it will save me watering them for a couple of days. 

But now I have to think about the vegetable garden. I've been loving my tomatoes and peppers, but I took that space for all the herbs. I need to hire a landscaper to assist the construction. 

Now wishing I had a tiller. I'd like zucchini and green beans, too.

Grilling Season is Definitely the Best Season. Nothing Better Than Steak and Salt Potatoes. That's the Win

Shout out to Patrick for buying Pam a grill, so she could stop at the store and I could be grillmaster on for a Friday night. A few beers, boiled water, nicely season porterhouse steaks, and Wola! a meal. The Gorgonzola salad, too, matches the entire evening perfectly.

(Although wanting to fall asleep after an exhausting feast comes with the territory).

Okay, Saturday, bring forward what you will. 

I bought flowers to put in, I need mulch, I should weedwhack and the house is an absolute sty. It's supposed to be overcast, so the allure to play will likely subside. 

I need to write, too, taking advantage of the grades being in before the summer courses begin.

I can't eat that well too often, because it slows me down, but for an evening, it was absolutely delicious, and for that I am thankful.

Throwback to 2016, the Year We Visited Louisville & the Reunion Tour of a Lifetime. Thinking of my @LouisvilleWP Family

Yesterday, I was invited by teacher leaders of the Louisville Writing Project to share work we did nationally with a book study of Chavez's The Anti-Racist Writing Workshop. I was honored to work with an incredible team to guide conversations about the book and to adapt workshops for K-12 classrooms. It was an honor that Louisville paid attention, and I was super excited to see Jean Wolph. Phew. She is an angel upon angels for me. Funny, too, because I had a photo of her, Chitunga, and Dean Ann Larson from when we toured U of L in 2016. It was such a great trip...being able to highlight Louisville and hoping he'd choose to be a walk on for the football team.

Nope. Not him. Small school = good school. He did right by himself. LeMoyne was a stellar choice that worked and made him who he is.

While in the session, I was updated with all the changes not only in the state and district, but at the Univerisity. Holy insane, Batman. I mean, INSANE. It's hard for me to believe that any location could make worse decisions, but somehow they do. The greatest things for me in KY were the Louisville Writing Project and the Kentucky portfolios. I had over a decade of absolute joy....

...but politicians do as they do, and then University administrators scandal as they do. The results are disastrous.

The tragedy continues to fall on teachers.

There was no other professional development opportunity like that offered by the Louisville Writing Project. In fact, nationally (if not internationally), all roads for excellent literacy instruction led to the leadership of Jean Wolph. I always loved how, once a year, I'd run into her at a conference, usually with a crowded room of super fans, because she and her KY team were always leading the way. Kentucky was on the map. We all trusted the knowledge they were sharing. Teachers teaching teachers. It mattered.

Whose short-sighted inanity is this? What stupidity takes away the greatest PD named for teachers in the nation, especially one with the reputation for simply being the best? What the @#$#@ is going on with U of L?

I will never understand University life, their thinkers, and the lack of good leadership all in the name of excellent leadership. Universities are epicenters for communities, and teachers (with their students) are part of that community. You choose not to invest in them, then why would they ever want to invest in you? I loved my time learning on U of L's campus. I'm now cringing at all I'm hearing. 

Boo on U of L. I will cherish Jean Wolph and U of L forever. I am so disappointed in my alma mater. They will definitely be hearing from me.

The Glimmer of Hope and Possibility Comes with the Constellation of Teaching Stars...Those Who Work with Children

I'm very fortunate to be able to invest time, money, and books this year and to cultivate girl writers across the State of Connecticut through the expertise of stellar teachers and administrators. The joy that comes from gifting young writers with models of books, the power of writing, and the magic of reading as writers, is the art that fuels me. It's simple, actually. Find and fund resources for incredible teachers and let them simply be incredible.

Whey they are free to shine, their students follow.

I've put over 200 miles on my Subaru this week meeting with administrators, educators, and young people as I learn of the happiness that comes from an investment in their worlds. I've been checking up on writing, reading, exploring, and learning with 8 schools along the Sound.

Many shouts to Dean Attallah Sheppard and teacher Briana Bartone at Amistad High School in New Haven, who are stepping up for  students to get the power of language into all the right hands. Also....check out the incredible talents of Briana here (get this teacher a stage and mic, please)

It's the power of spoken word, investing in the community, and meeting kids where they are. I feel blessed by all the work I'm able to do in off-campus settings.

The two Connecticuts are synonymous with the two Americas. I don't think the vast majority of people realize how horrific legislation has made our schools. It's miraculous that anyone wakes up and finds more spark to do what is expected of them, especially in the environment today that is pushing excellence out of school in the name of  inequity and ignorance. 

And here we are...one tiny investment into the world doing great thing for 100s of kids. That's what I stand for. It should be the norm, but it is all the extra hours necessary to make even the tiniest glimpse of hope possible.

Sometimes Life is a Marvel Movie, Especially When You Work with @elizabethboquet. The Silver Lining is Simply Tremendous

I arrived to campus with materials needing to be distributed to colleagues, and left campus with materials needing to be distributed to schools. In the world of grants, you also become an Uber driver (without extra pay or tips) who travels 48 miles in one day simply to bump fists with administrators and hand off the goods. Ah, but you get to visit six schools in one day and see that more books are in the hands of young writers. That's what counts.

As I was leaving, this shiny (really impressive) gray car pulls up beside me with tinted windows. I was like, "Is this God? Has my time come and is this a messenger?" The window came down and sunlight hit the woman in the driver's seat. It was cinematic....simply stunning... the opening scene of a 007 film or perhaps a Marvel movie. I was being summoned to join a superpower on a quest.

It was Beth...Beth Boquet.

"Hey, I have something for you," she says reaching across the car. "I've been carrying it around for weeks." 

I thought it might be a briefcase or a computer with a special message. It was my time to be called to the universe. Nope. It was a stuffed chew-toy for Karal. A frog. She flung it out of her window into my own. I caught it...one handed. Sometimes I am Spiderman.

If only every day could be so magical. It's hard to put into words how spectacular this colleague of mine is - one of the last remaining inspirations on campus, a mentor, and an all-around dynamic human being. I'm so lucky to have her as a friend and and accomplice. 

So, is Karal. 

The eyes are already gone. She went for them first. Not Beth, but the dog. This is the way that joy goes.

Last Night was the 2022 Celebration of Teachers and Teaching and I Couldn't Be More Proud of Having Jessica Baldizon Back to Campus to Share Wisdom

It was 2014 when I first met Jessica Baldizon. She was assigned to my teaching writing course and she represented writers of a 2nd language and of course I was drawn to her. That summer, I offered an internship to pilot Ubuntu Academy, and the rest is history. Soon, Little Lab for Big Imaginations was born. 

As a winner of the 2022 BPEF Outstanding Teacher Inspiration Award, it seemed like a no-brainer to have her speak with our 41 graduates who just completed student teaching, We wanted her expertise to be shared with supervisors, cooperating teachers, and our student teachers. She was AMAZING. We all reflected after her talk on how natural she is while moving a crowd.

Phew, I was out at the stores at 6 a.m. getting tissue paper, clips, and baggies, because the gift bags  weren't going to build themselves. Each student got a content-specific children's or young adult literature text, as well as gladiolas to plan in their yard (the perennial of July/August). It's a ritual - a celebration of the educators we are putting out into the world.

I got home late last night and said to myself, "I wish I knew how to sleep and nap, because I'm ready to zonk out for several weeks now."

Jessica Baldizon was amazing, as I guess she would be, and we're all very proud of the student teachers who just completed their semester. This was the first face-to-face event we've had in a few years and it felt good to return to what was once normal.

Teach from the heart

Eat it up...all the joy of the class

A game, always

Community matters

Hope is central.

Experiment/Explore

Rest intentionally.

TEACHER, according to Jessica. Loved how she framed this. 

The Nest of 5388 Amalfi Drive. Dad Says, "It's a Robin's Nest." I Have to Give These Birds Some Credit. They Went Fancy with Their CNY Apartment

I would not have guessed these were Robins that build a nest, only because I've not see one so fancy with longer strings and materials. I'm guessing the neighborhood must have been rich with product. I've seen some made with fluorescent hair weave before, but this one cracks me up. Very chic, indeed. Much fancier than last nights dinner. Hot dogs. Whomp whomp whomp. It's all I had time for....well, at pierogis. They were fantastic, however. 

I finished grading at noon, then immediately went on an errand run, which included getting groceries, followed by delivering books to teachers all over the state. Today I have the Teachers and Teaching celebration, and need to bake, finish the program, organize the presentation, get gifts for the keynote speaker, and wrap items for the teachers, cooperating teachers, and supervisors. I laughed when catering contacted us to say, "Um, we're afraid you won't have enough for that many people."

Please. We're teachers. For 11 straight years, we supplement for all the lack thrown our way for such celebrations. The money allotted us for the program was enough for lemon water and a few cocktail weenies. It is amazing to me how so many people (cough cough administrators) have no clue about the reality of K-12 teaching. We survive with innovation, craft, and love. We're frugal, too. We can't waste anything. 

It will be a great celebration, as always. so much joy and love for the progression. 

Today, however....all the behind the scenes work.

The Mother Load of All Mothers. Here's to All Who Deserve to Be Celebrated on This Sunday of All Sundays

If my father is wise, he should start going door to door now saying that there's no food in the house and he can't drive...someone should make a meal for my Mother. It seemed to work last Tuesday, when he didn't get his Chubby's night out. It's a good strategy. Every one wins!

Happy Mother's Day. 

And here's hoping my mom doesn't wear a white top today, because I know Dave is making his famous ribs and I imagine most of them will end up on my mom's chest! 

I am looking at this photo thinking of the time Cynde and Casey were arguing in the car, before my mom could back out of the garage, resulting in my mother forgetting to open the garage door, and driving right through it. K'Boom. Okay, I was in the car, too, but I'm sure I was not t anywhere near the distraction that caused the damage. Not me.

The matriarch. The wife to Butch, and mother to Cynde, Casey, and me. Let this be an addition to the Mother's Day card I sent, the Days of Our Lives mug, the Grub Hub, and enjoy every second you get with family eating good food, laughing, and getting off of Amalfi Drive. I wish I could be there, too. I am thinking of you all.

And Cynde called this morning. Yep, the garage incident was 100% her fault....all the way. 

My Stomach Had a Moon Harvested Last Night. I Ordered Out and Was Impressed by the 11-Year Old Entrepreneur

I was telling my sister, "For academics at this time of year, there's no cooking. We're lucky to grab a hand full of chips to tie us over." It's grading season, ceremonies, meetings, and nothing but the impossible, but we get through. I was grabbing bourbon for tomorrow night's juleps, when I thought, I never ordered from that restaurant in the plaza, so did....online."

When I arrived, I was greeted by an 11-year old boy and his little sisters. I've never seen any employee, anywhere, multitask like this kid...working with pickups, Uber drivers, phone calls, the register, and greeting customers keeping his little feet and hands moving in constant motion. He was like an octopus accomplishing the impossible, and I thought, "Hey, kid. I totally get it."

I never once saw any adults at work. This single employee was babysitting, wrapping food, running back and forth to the kitchen, taking orders, and managing people like he was the executive of his own franchise. I wanted to hand him a scholarship right then and there to our summer writing programs. 

He simply helped me to think fondly of the out-of-school lives so many of our young people live, giving tirelessly to help their family and, I'm guessing, family business --- all hands in. The life skills are irreplaceable, and I know a kid deserves Friday's on video games and with soccer balls, but I didn't detect anything but joy for his hard work. I was finger snapping him every step of the way. 

I wonder if he'd be willing to work with some of the teenagers I know in local schools. Shoot, I wonder if he's willing to do PD for adults, too.

Ready for a Whale of a Time Today & Tomorrow. Wait? Do Whales Run in the Oaks? Oh, Wait. They Swim. Oh, Well. They're Off

It's one of those days where I have to be in 12 places at once, and even in two states (Drats! ZOOM! Foiled again! You make boundaries impossible!

I was looking for 'mermaid margarita glasses' for Pam's birthday, and up came kid's mermaid glasses, a collection of whales, tales, oysters, and fish. So, that' what I dropped off knowing that it was an early present, but I'd likely see our friends on Derby. I told her to distribute them wisely. I took the whale (and then gave them back). 

I'm looking forward to working with the Michigan Association of English Teachers and redoing a workshop for their educators on Ain't Burned All The Bright by Jason Reynolds (it really is a must read). I'm also picking up a couple $1000 dollars worth of books for girls that they ordered in the Cultivated Women's Collective. They've been trickling in so I need to get to New Haven to make it happen. 

I have a writing group in the later afternoon, followed by much advising. I'm hoping to grade all day tomorrow so I can enjoy a mint julep for the Derby (man, it posts late). I believe it will be a whale of a time....

Ah, that's just horse shit. Of course it will be a whale of a time. Best two minutes of sports each year. Well, not really, but it is a fast-paced Kentucky tradition.

Hey, can anyone say exhaustion? That's totally where I am right now, but I'm optimistic for a few light hours this weekend.

Shouting Out! Shouting Out! Shouting Out, Once Again! Jessica Baldizon! 2022 BPEF Outstanding Teacher! Over the Moon with Happiness About This!

Yes! We Have A Winner. A 2022 Bridgeport Public Education Fund Outstanding Teacher Award! Inspiration. I'm so glad the nomination worked,

Re: Ms. Jessica Baldizon, Excellence in Teaching

Dear Bridgeport Public Education Fund, Friends, & Educational Leaders,

In my 2nd year as the Director of the Connecticut Writing Project at Fairfield University, a wide-eyed, enthusiastic, and tremendously empathetic student enrolled in a course called, Teaching Writing: 3rd through 12th Grade. She was the only student earning a Masters in TESOL: Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages in the course, and we bonded over my research with refugee-youth and an intention to serve them in Fairfield County. Knowing she was an exceptional student, I asked if she’d be interested (as a Grad Student) in piloting a one-week writing camp for refugee youth and she was all-in. This, of course, is history, because Jessica Baldizon has been “all-in” ever since. I’m in my 27th year of teaching and have served communities all over the nation and world. I don’t think I’m able to name another educator as dedicated, passionate, hard-working, motivated, and driven as Jessica. She is, without a doubt, deserving of a Bridgeport Outstanding Teacher Award. In fact, she is deserving of national teaching awards, as well.

Jessica Baldizon has the same mission I’ve had since finishing my teaching certification degree and it has been to serve urban districts and to provide the best education to ALL children. She immediately took employment at Cesar Batalla K-8 and quickly made a name for herself as the focused educator I knew she’d become. Jessica Baldizon continued to work with CWP-Fairfield during summer months and together we established Ubuntu Academy, a two-week summer institute for refugee and immigrant youth. Through her brilliance at Cesar Batalla, her volunteerism with Connecticut Institute for Refugees and Immigrants, and her genuine kindness to human beings everywhere, she helped establish  tradition that continues to get recognized across the nation with awards and accolades. I’m attaching a published article about our collaborations with this letter simply to showcase the level of dedication she has to the work. 

In addition, Jessica Baldizon designed another summer program called Little Lab for Big Imaginations. These are one-week writing camps for kids in grades 3-5. Also an award-winning program, Jessica is the lead teacher who not only mentors the young people who attend, but also takes on undergraduate students volunteering to assist, as well as older youth attending Ubuntu Academy who, as English language learners, assist the instruction. The philosophy of human togetherness and being a woman for others radiates from wherever she teaches.

I wish to highlight, too, that Jessica’s work is nationally and internationally known. Yearly, she presents at the National Council of Teachers of English and in 2020, she even presented with Actor/Author/UN Ambassador Ger Duany (I Heart Huckaabees and The Good Lie) and Christopher Myers, son of Walter Dean Myers and co-founder of #WeNeedDiverseBooks. Jessica has led numerous workshops in Bridgeport Public Schools, presented to faculty at Fairfield University, and is a speaker each summer during CWP’s Summer Leadership Institute for Teachers, where she always advocates for the literacy excellence of the young people she serves. She is promotes English language learners, diversity, equity, high standards, literacy, books in the hands of every child, and writing with everyone she meets I wish to highlight, too, that every spring, middle school teachers in Greenwich request Jessica’s expertise as their 8th grade curriculum requires social activism and they choose to showcase the work that Jessica does for both CWP and Bridgeport Public Schools.

Jessica Baldizon also works with HOPE Club, an after-school reading/writing/speaking program she designed with students at Bassick High School. Every Thursday, ESL high school students come to Cesar Batalla to mentor younger student, build mentoring relationships, take field trips, and encourage language acquisition. 

Finally, I couldn’t write a letter of recommendation without applauding Jessica Baldizon’s work with the Saugatuck Story Fest - a 3-day literary event hosted at Westport Library. Although Covid put a dent in the tradition, Jessica was responsible for bringing young people from Bridgeport to the festival to work with writers like R.L Stine, Nic Stone, Tiffany Jackson, Jason Reynolds, Ibi Zoboi, and Jerry Craft. Because she is a networker and a bridge, she finds ways to see that immigrant and refugee youth are given a seat at the table, too. In 2018 and 2019, she also made sure Bridgeport students were in attendance for the screening of Ubuntu Matters and  a keynote visit from Jacqueline Woodson, a writer chosen for the EveryOneReads initiative of Fairfield County.

Ubuntu is centered as a ‘we’ philosophy: I can be me, because of who we are together. Jessica lives this to the core, always finding a way to promote her community over herself. She is a champion for others who lives her life to assure success. She gives tirelessly, networks like no other, and remains one of the most organized human beings I know. In fact, over the last couple of years it has been Jessica who celebrates fellow teachers at Cesar Batalla and helps Fairfield University to bring under-graduates to the school to read, write, and think with teachers and kids in a wide variety of ways

I write this letter knowing I have the faculty and staff at Fairfield University behind me. Deans, Provosts, scholars, and students, alike, are aware of the excellence Jessica Baldizon brings to Bridgeport, Fairfield University, the world, and most importantly, to her students.

I cannot think of another educator as deserving of your recognition than Jessica Baldizon. As a past recipient of an Elizabeth M. Pfriem Civic Award, I understand the dedication of the Bridgeport Public Education Fund and the great work you do. Jessica Baldizon deserves your recognition, too.

Bryan Ripley Crandall, Ph.D.

Connecticut Writing Project-Fairfield Director & Associate Professor

School of Education and Human Development

A Note on Leadership & Lifting the World. Atlas Can't Do It Alone. It's the Collective. Always.

If anyone was to ever tell me the one day I would serve on a Rank and Tenure committee, I would laugh. I didn't even apply for a Rank and Tenure job when I came to Fairfield University (because I'm wary of the process), but was later asked by the Provost at the time to transition my position because of what I was accomplishing as the Director of the Connecticut Writing Project. Fast forward, I was tenured five years ago (kept it quiet and still don't necessarily want to jinx it was ever true - it's an insane amount of work). Lo and behold, three years ago, someone from my school needed to step up and serve. I was faculty chair of the school at the time and did everything in my power to get someone to be on the committee. If we put up a Full, the College of Arts and Sciences would need an Associate. Our fulls were tapped, and none of our associates were interested in giving up their winter break. Crandall being Crandall...well, I put my name forward for the team. I didn't know what to expect. Someone had to do it..that is the way shared governance works.

In truth, it was one of the best decisions I've ever made. The professional development was astounding and it restored faith in how I view the University. I work with AMAZING human beings who are doing unbelievable things as scholars, educators, and men and women for others. I have, for the most part been in awe. It's also been extremely eye-opening to see how politics plays out, administrative decisions impede faculty success in some cases, and where departments have tremendous room for growth. The job, however, is to evaluate the individual applicant. Three years and almost 60 applicants later (they average well over 100 pages each), I can say that today the official duties have ended.

And I was Chair. Who would ever think that I would be Chair of a Rank & Tenure Committee? The guy with the busiest schedule, the most insane workload, and the most spastic brain was put in that leadership role. God Bless. I'm just happy I survived it all.

I was scared to death too - the responsibility of the work is tremendous and we all want to get it right. I've said since my first year that trusting the process is the best way to go. It's not easy work and so we can carry some weight as individuals, but in truth it's the lift of many that help to see each case for what it is - this includes chairing and remind colleagues to trust their instincts, their objective nature, and their minds. The burden on any one alone is too much, but collectively we get closer to what is best.

Yesterday, I addressed the entire faculty and finished the day with reflection for faculty wishing to go up in the future. I'm exhaling this morning, too, because the work was daily, 24/7, and always in need of investigation and support....bridgework between official documents, administrative assistants, faculty, history, and best advice to be given. 

It's been a heavy part of my life the last three and now....well, in the Fall...it can be handed to a new chair and other members of the ever-changing committee.

I don't know if I want to sleep for several years or dance in the streets. It won't be either, but I can wish (can't I?). First things first, this morning. I need to get this sinus headache to subside. 

Moving Beyond Poetic Daleys and Getting Back Into the Narrative Life, Beginning with Support for @Othello88 & His Hip Hop Honors Class

 

The 14-hour day ended with Chipotles, so all was well.

A day of meeting, advising, consulting, reviewing, writing, organizing, reflecting, and analyzing ended with the joy of some music as Mr. Ivory Snow entertained Fairfield University with some music before Dave came on to do his thing. 

Truth. I want to take the course taught by Dr. Kris Sealey and Dave Wooley. I am ignorant to the max on the history and could benefit from the knowledge they bring to their student. And, as always, Ish showing up with his SAMO brilliance. Philosophy of Hip Hop. Phew. 

This morning's post needs to be brief because I have to be on from 9:30 until later this afternoon, so heading to campus early is a priority. Slowly and surely, things are returning to semi-normal on campus, even though I get an email after my last class to learn three of my students tested positive for Covid - they were unmasked, of course. Me? Double masked. I want it gone forever and I'm cursing all who are saying this is the new normal....the battle between humans and viruses. 

And what's with the May rain? Take it back, April. It's time for the flowers.

I have Karal to congratulate for waking me up at 6 a.m. thinking she was Tigger the Tiger and singing her puppy operetta. I want to know who put the energy drink in her dreams because she woke up wild and ready to go...nothing like having a wet, fuzzy rag (it used to be a reindeer, I believe) dropped on your face with a pounce!

Proud, Not Proud. I Tried, and I've Been Patient and Strategic Over Time. Here I Was Thinking I Was Being Clever & Crafty.

The burners on the grill are slowly rusting into oblivion and the starters start only when they feel like it. Yes, I could go buy another grill, but I think, "The frame is fine. Just replace the parts." I pride myself on finding everything rather cheap online, rather than pay Home Depot or Lowe's sky-rocketed, inflated prices. Slowly the parts trickle in, I watch several YouTube videos, and I think, "This will be easy."

It was easy....sort of. 

Everything is replace and looks great, except now the igniters are not working on all the gas lines. Of course, my particular brand has this odd igniter mechanism that you can't get to unless you take the entire thing apart. So now, I will will have to use a lighter to get the grill started, and my thoughts of having a new grill without investing in a new grill was for nought. 

I should have just bought a new grill. My entire day was wasted cleaning, staining, and repairing the grill I had. I was so frustrated at the end of the night that I just ordered in. Forget outdoor cooking.

Boo. 

But I can say today is not a poem and #VerseLove is over for another year. Now, it's just May-chaos as students set up for graduations and the time-cycle speeds even faster.

And it's Monday.

Ugh.

It's My Tune to Take a Stance at a Body Poem - the Last Prompt of the 2022 #VerseLove Season with Tremendous Thanks to the Other Poets

It's the body poem, inspired by Sarah Donovan on the last day of #VerseLove 2022, a month of feeling alive with words and awaking every morning with a new prompt and another opportunity to explore language. Now, what comes is May, and I have to transition the daily routined of reading about what is possible, and then seeing where my fingers and mind take me.

Yesterday, we gathered for a while sharing prompts, our favorite poems, and the reason the community comes together as it does. It's time for me to turn on the other writing projects that have been on the back burner, to focus on last week responsibilities for the university, and to start thinking summer. There's a lot coming CWP's way rather quick. 

It’s My Tune 

   ~brcrandall

i handle love

like Rainman

it’s raining, man…

i love the rain

but no running,

ankle pain

& man boobs

the ripley ass

girth gathers

middle-age fast

calf muscles

once a joy

(walked 8 miles

thatta-boy)

i handle love

i love handles

larger than life

confessionals

blubber blab

blabber blub

morning whale

glub glub glub

muscle tuned

muscle toned

human carcass

fleshed & boned

girth gorilla

body baboon

sing the body electric

humming this tune.