Author Archives: Annie Campbell
In Praise of Summer Reading
I am in West Virginia at a place that has been dear to my family for a long time. The present evokes the past with the familiar: the sound of rain on a tin roof; a rushing stream just outside the … Continue reading
The Stormy Seas of June
This past month we turned the calendar to a fresh page and entered the stormy seas of June. With the clashing weather patterns of high stakes testing looming, and the happy anticipation of summer beckoning, something else came crashing in … Continue reading
First Teacher Appreciation
We just celebrated Teacher Appreciation Week at our school. In a shower of hugs, flowers, coffee, chocolate, gift cards, and hand written notes, I couldn’t help but think of my own teachers whom I still appreciate today. The great ones … Continue reading
What I Know Now
In 1978 (almost 40 years ago), I walked into my very own classroom for the very first time. I felt like I knew everything and nothing all at once. But the truth is (and this is true for all new … Continue reading
Living the Questions with Children
“Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” -Rainer Maria Rilke “What do you know to be true?” This spacious question leaves lots of room for the answer … Continue reading
Cinderella and the Underground Railroad
This week I announced that we were going on a field trip that did not require signed permission forms. We were going on an imaginary field trip that would require courage, open minds, and a willingness to be other than … Continue reading
The Gift of Silence
What is the gift that children want and cannot give themselves? My third graders are ready with the answer. Silence. This is a secret most children have not yet named for themselves. Silence is a gift revealed in increments of … Continue reading
A Little School of Citizenship
I became loosely aware of politics in the third grade. President Johnson came to our church. And another time his vice president, Hubert Humphrey, came. I stepped forward to say good morning and that moment stands still in a newspaper … Continue reading
October Truth
My first real teaching interview was in Stafford County, Virginia. It was still rural then and there were only a handful of elementary schools. Everyone knew that if you were from Emporia you would get a job; the people in … Continue reading
I Can See Clearly Now
Last February, just days after my sister’s memorial service, I noticed a shadow falling across my line of vision like a curtain. My poetic friends mused about the timing. Yes, I was living in the shadow of grief, but this … Continue reading
