Smells like recess
A poem
Smells Like Recess
Ball up in sky
like rocket to moon.
Cartwheel exquisite;
polka dot ball.
If I were a spider
on the wall,
I would crawl
into your arms,
jump over the net,
mixed dirt and sweat
stained cap
smells
like recess—
smells like
love.
Bell rings,
time to leave fun;
back to class,
sit up straight.
You have . . .
Posted in: playgroundpoetryschool
When I take my children to the park, I can't resist the urge to discipline other kids
Disciplining other people’s children can be a dicey business
This essay originally appeared in The Globe and Mail.
Disciplining other people’s children can be a dicey business. I sometimes face this issue at our neighbourhood park, where I often take my kids after school.
I am a former teacher, so the playground is very familiar to me: It’s where a different type of . . .
Posted in: bullyingdisciplineplaygroundracism
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