I have always been a reader. As I was growing up, my parents had their own books on bookshelves, by their bed, on counters, in cars, and anywhere else they might stop and read. It was similar in the bedroom I shared with my sister – books in baskets, in bookcases, and by my bed – with a light clipped to my headboard so I could read late into the night after the lights were turned off. This foundation for my reading life (which I have repeated with my 9-year-old son Liam) helped me survive the confines of traditional teaching (assigned texts, 6+ week long units, lower-level quizzes and tests) that I encountered during much of my schooling.
As an educator, I am a tireless advocate for students and reading, especially what we can do during school hours since we cannot control what happens (or not) at home. This meant…
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