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Clint Smith Visits DHMS!

The St. Patrick’s Day Luck of the Irish allowed me to spend time with author, Clint Smith, today. As I sit to write about his visit to my middle school this morning and then his afternoon visit to a neighboring ES in the afternoon (yep, I followed him over to hear him some more. #ClintSmithGroupie), I am thinking how I just spent time with a a super smart person who loves his job. He admitted, he loves to learn. So often, he used the phrase “I wanted to learn more, so I…” His gratitutde for having a job that pays him to read, research, travel and write shines through. And having such a smart brain, he so eloquently spoke to both a middle school audience and an elementary audience about big, tough issues, explaining topics like slavery and racism in terms all understood. He shared that the topics he chooses to write about are not ones he is already an expert on. He becomes the expert by writIng. Maybe that is why I easily learned from him today. He knows what it feels like to not know and then he learns it and then teach it to another, step by step. Today, he shared his expertise on slavery in America which he became by writing How the Word is Passed and the YA edition of How the Word is Passed.

6th, 7th and 8th graders filed into our 400 seat auditorium as Period 3 began. Filling the first six rows sat the students who chose to read and discuss Clint’s book ahead of time. They met over lunch for book club discussions and helped make the welcome posters displayed across the stage. Our 7th grade Civic’s teacher welcomed us and introduced our visiting author. After sharing the highlights of his bio, she asked us to all stand and welcome him! How fitting that he got a standing ovation right away! Yep, authors are rock stars!

For the next hour, this author mesmerized the audience. He did the same with the 5th graders at the ES. Dressed in a casual outfit, his big smile made us all feel like we were his friend. His easy manner, holding the microphone and speaking from the heart, had us all listening. He simply shared his story of how he came to write this book. It started in 2017, a time when he saw confederate statues coming down and he admitted that he did not know much about slavery and its impact in American. He wasn’t taught much about this topic when he went to school.

His first trip to learn more was to Monticello. He asked the students, “What do you know about Thomas Jefferson?” The ES audience said his face is on the nickle, he wrote the Declaration of Independence and a school nearby is named after him. Clint pointed out that these are all true facts. He is one of our founding fathers, our third president and he did lots of good things for our country. However, he also owned slaves. Not one or two but 600. He also fathered four black children with a slave named Sally Hemmings. And he kept these four, his own children, as slaves. This is not a good fact.

Clint continued, Just like Jefferson, America has some good things and some bad things. It is a place with great opportunities AND a place where people were harmed. He explained further. He sometimes does things he is proud of and sometimes he makes mistakes. However, when he messes up, he tries to fix it. He tries to learn from his mistakes so he can do better. He lives this way, as a human, trying to do good but sometimes needing to fix mistakes he makes. And he wants the same expectations for his country. He wants his country to tell the truth. Not pretend the bad stuff didn’t happen. Acknowledge it and do better next time. When he explained it this way, that we can speak of our county’s leaders by explaining both the good and the bad, it felt freeing and smart. It helped give me the language I need in 2026 America, a time when leaders are telling me to not mention certain truths because it might make another feel bad.

I could go on and on. However, I find it hard to capture all that was said today by my new favorite author. He ended our MS discussion by encouraging us all to read his book. He also said we can go on YouTube and watch his Crash Course on Black History, 51 episodes. And soon, we can read his next nonfiction book, Just Beneath the Soil, He wrote it to know more about World War II. It comes out next year. And he mentioned a 3rd poetry book may follow after that. (My fingers are crossed).

As he left the ES, he thanked us. With a genuine smile, he said, “I hope to see you again. Maybe when my next book comes out!” I thought to myself, “Definitely!”

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Funeral Home Visit

From 4000 miles away
a text of an obituary link,
the mother of my Anne’s best bud from college.
Viewing at 5pm on Monday.

A sympathy card bought,
Black slacks and shirt worn.
I entered and signed the guest book,
“Anne’s mom” after my signature.

What lingers with me –
my daughter’s friend’s mom’s
birthday – same year I was born,
1963.


Clint Smith Author Visit – Prep

  • Welcome Posters hung – check
  • Parking sign made and hung – check
  • Podium, stool and water bottle – check
  • List of 400 attending shared with office – check
  • Microphones ready – check
  • Teacher introducing author is ready – check

Way back in the Fall, we arranged to have Clint Smith visit my middle school.
His amazing book, How the Word is Passed, was adapted for young Readers by Sonja Cherry-Paul.
I wrote about the book event I attended with both authors HERE.

Since then, I helped organize two staff book club discussion of this book and five student book club discussions.
We have had authors visit our school before (actually 30 authors in the past 6 years which you can see on this padlet.) However, this is the first time, I purchased books in advanced and had 50+ people read and discuss before the author visit. I’m excited for Tuesday. Clint indicated he will speak and then wants to answer questions.

Check back tomorrow to hear how it all went. I am prepared and I predict it will be a fabulous hour.
Because in my opinion, authors are rock stars!! #AuthorsAreRockStats

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I love Double Numbers!

I’ve always loved double numbers, mostly because my birth date is 11, double ones! One morning this week, I got in my car and the dashboard clock read 6:11am. Then moments later, at McDonalds, the cashier rang up my breakfast order. My receipt number was 711. Just now, using my blog’s search feature, I discovered I had already written about this love of double numbers HERE. I discovered I did so on another March 15th, a lucky seven years ago.

As I wrote back then, seeing double numbers does give me a calming feeling. In that small moment of my eyes seeing the digits and my brain comprehending and reading the double numbers, I breathe and I feel I’m on the right track. On this March 15th, the second one where I reflect on my love of numbers, I AM feeling calm. I have purchased two corned beefs (one flat cut, one point) which I plan to cook today because St. Patrick’s Day is just two days away.

What is it that brings you calmness?
What let’s you know that you are on track?

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Aunt Anne, the Seamstress

My granddaughters are lucky! Thanks to my youngest daughter, their Aunt Anne, they are the best dressed kiddos in Den Hagg! The above fashions were all sewn for first, Aden and now, Luca to enjoy wearing!

Just this week, I got these photos. Aunt Anne sent her newest creations to her nieces. Aden models her new dress. She had requested a pink dress that she can spin in! The video shared with me shows that the dress works! Aden spun 4 times and the dress flowed out on each twirl! Luca received a belated Happy Birthday sweatshirt! It helps remind me of how all her eating, just like the hungery caterpillar, has turned her into an exquisite butterfly!


Which outfit is your favorite ?!!

NOTE: Anne, a self-taught seamstress, sews for herself, too. You can see her modeling her creations on her instagam page – https://www.instagram.com/anned.fr/. #proudmom

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Reflecting – Six Years Ago, tomorrow

I read Six Years On yesterday
her repeated line, also the title, stuck with me.
Six Years On

I reread my March 13, 2020 slice
and reread that primary source email
recalled the last time being with those 6th graders in-person
Six Years, this Friday

I reread my March 27, 2020 slice
and reread how he guided college students across the screen
recalled all sitting alone, working collaboratively, in pairs
My architect-teaching husband’s 56th birthday

Inside I felt a sadness
So much of the trauma from that time
Still living deep within

I read and reread and wrote of
Six Years, this Friday
A Friday the 13th

Starting to feel a little better

NOTE: I am so grateful that I participated in this Writing Challenge in 2020.
I am grateful to have daily captured the details of that time.

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Thank you, Cindy!

I have the same job at my middle school as fellow slicer, Ms. Chiubooka Writes, has at another middle school in my district. To further clarify, I was a teacher at her middle school just five years ago and for two years and was lucky to have her then as my department chair. Monthly, she modeled how to guide a productive department meeting. Then I moved to DHMS and then three years ago became the department lead. In this position, I consciously ask myself often, “What would Cindy (Ms. Chiu) do?” And if ever I am unsure of just how to carry out a district initiative, Cindy is my safe-space. She kindly answers all my rookie questions.

So when I read her post yesterday, which started cleverly with this line, “‘Twas the night before a department meeting”, she helped me to remember the mindset of my audience today. So much they are juggling in March. She also reminded me why I will hold today’s meeting.

When we gather together
a vertical collective
we learn and we grow
uplift and be festive.

I believe this, that she and I are…
not wasting their time
rather carving a space 
for reflection to prime.

And as a “festive” inclusion start, I’m letting Aden and Luca, my granddaughters, help!

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Thank you, Cindy, for modeling and teaching me so well!

Who is YOUR Go-to Support?

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Teaching w/ Carole!

After meeting Carole and her son, Jeffery in-person at a school visit last Monday, I spent time teaching with Carole’s books last Friday and on Monday. First, I gathered all the books I have by her. Plus, I checked a few more out from the public library. I wanted enough so all in the class could have one, as the classes I teach range from 9 – 18 students each.

First, I showed my blog post to the class. They enjoyed the photos and the stories I recalled from both Carole and Jeffery that I heard on Monday. Then I briefly book talked each of the 22 books gathered. I asked each student to pick one. I set the timer for 10 minutes and we all read!

My Ticket Out was to complete these three sentences:
I read ____ by Carole Boston Weatherford.
It was a book about ____.
One thing that is sticking with me about the book is ____.

Once all the reading and writing were done, we took turns sharing aloud our three sentences. This way, all got to know about all the books. I so enjoyed teaching with Carole and Jeremy.
#AuthorsAreRockStars

I made this chart so you could see some student responses:

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Do you have a favorite Carole Boston Weatherford book?

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Theo of Golden #favlines

After gifting my friend this book last week, (you can read that small moment story HERE) I returned to my kindle to view the favorite lines I had highlighted while reading Theo of Golden. (When reading on my kindle, I will highlight in blue Favlines and in yellow, lines I want to recall related to plot, character, and theme) I typed them up here, as I hope by noticing 12 great crafted sentences / short paragraphs, a little bit of Allen Levi rubs off on me and my writing! I share, as maybe, the same will happen for you. Allen, in my opinion, crafts lovely writing.

Chapter 2 – Standing, sitting, alone and in small clusters of various generations, ethnicity, and attire, people of all sorts had gathered in witness to the shop’s magnetic pull.

Chapter 10 – Everything in the office – the furnishings, the artwork, the man himself – exhaled refinement and propriety.

Chapter 14 – Theo tried to imagine how an artist might draw this particular trunk. It had the look of a twisted towel. Or perhaps a human neck caught mid-scream, muscle and veins taut and protruding.

Chapter 17 – What Giverny was to Monet – a place that was never the same on any two days – the sky above moving water was to Theo.

Chapter 26 – The architecture of the place inside and out was a celebration of lines and angles, of stone and wood and glass, of mundane materials used majestically in celebration of order and mystery.

Chapter 30 – Imagine a boy on a bicycle: Past the pastel-tinted storefronts and dwellings (the stuff of postcards and travel brochures), beneath the thunderous bells of the church buildings, through streets filled with aromas of sardines and coffee, surrounded by a shadow of antiquity that coated ancient structures with shades of teal and ochre, and accompanied by the romantic language of the Portuguese. By that route, the boy would arrive at the footpath to the banks of the Douro.

Chapter 30 – Might it be that water from the river of his childhood had found its way to this one, that the cyclical life of rainfall – sky to earth to sky again, over and over – had brought the elixir of the Iberian wine country to this place? That the river of gold in Portugal had come, through cloudburst and current, to this river of gray in Golden? …Was there, after all, only one big river that flowed across the earth?

Chapter 40 – A meal, a book, and a nap seemed the perfect trifecta for the afternoon.

Chapter 45 – Know this: When you drink this port, you taste the hillside of my childhood. You taste the sunlight and the Douro. You taste the strength of the vine, the sweetness of the fruit, the sweat and labor of the harvesters, the oak in the barrels. You taste the music of the accordian, the laughter of the children, and the prayer of the priest. You taste a young man’s joy and an old man’s memory.

Chapter 47 – By Thanksgiving Day, the foliage of Broadway had fully surrendered to autumn. The ground was awash in the copper tint of oak leaves, the buttery ochres of elm and maple, and the varied reds of sweet gum and dogwood.

Chapter 48 – What followed was an awkward silence and a collective sigh of relief, as if a cactus had just left a room full of balloons.

Chpater 50 – To stroll through the Boughery on a spring day like this one was to walk through a gauntlet of azalea blossoms – ten thousand mouths opened wide in laughter or song.

Chapter 60 – The sun was a brush; the west windows its palette; the floor, walls, ceiling, and congregants its canvas; an angel somewhere, the artist. The tulip gardens of Holland would have blushed in the presence of such sublime color and light.

If I was to comment on these well-crafted lines, I’d tell Allen:
I notice you often write long sentences that include a list. Your lists always include specific adjectives and attributes, allowing me, the reader, to really see it. Bravo! You also use the hyphen to add a descriptor well. Finally, I like how clever you are at writing comparisons. A favorite – the cactus that left the ballooned-filled room! So clever!

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PS – Katie Couric interviewed the author HERE. I share as I so enjoyed meeting him in this interview!