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when the tables are turned: what I learned about my instruction while being a student

This January, we’ve spent three weeks in Rio doing a Portuguese course at a local language school. Now, as I head home to the kiddos that I miss and the job that I love, I cannot help but reflect on what I learned while being an emerging bi(tri)lingual student. The Teacher. When I think back on my educational experience, it is people I remember…not lessons or curriculum. The teacher matters. Humanity matters. The same goes for this experience: I felt much more engaged when I connected with the teacher; I felt much more motivated when I respected the teacher. What Read More

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wonder

Tonight was a miracle. Dave and I sat on the world famous Ipanema beach, eating acai with granola and bananas. In every echo of our ears, there were the accented voices of vendors: Aguuuuuuuua, cervejjjjjjjja. Queijo, queijo, queijjjjjjo coalho. Limonada, mate, Globoooooos. O cammmmmmmarão. Hola Heineken. Longe neckeeeees. Later, we met up with colleagues from Caminhoes Language School to play volleyball. There we were, covered in sol and sand, while the setting sun painted streaks of magenta stripes across the sky, a sly hide-and-go-seek with Pedra da Gávea, ocean rippling lava and light. In the north sky, lightning danced the illuminated Read More

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sitting with it: my year meditating daily

The summer of 2016, I spent five nights at Vallecitos Mountain Retreat Center in what felt like perpetual, never-ending, extended, are we there yet? meditation. Prior, I had been experimenting with the practice, but never with such intensity and rigor. From dawn to dark, we spent thirty-minute increments either in sitting, walking, or eating meditation sessions. It was intense, to say the least. At times during the retreat, my heavy skin crawled with a suffocating desire to flee…me, my thoughts, and I. But, alas, I couldn’t escape; there was nowhere to go. Now, however, when I look back on that retreat, Read More