Author Archives: katiedrury

This little baby suddenly isn’t so little anymore: 13 ½ inches long, weighing a pound and a half, and the size of a rutabaga – according to the BabyCenter update that came to my iPhone yesterday.  Neither is my uterus: 27 centimeters at Thursday evening’s midwifery appointment.  I inhabit a world in which the fetus inhabitingContinue reading “Growth Mindset”

When I moved to Honduras in 2002, I ostensibly did so in the guise of a first-year teacher who was simply following her dream to live overseas.  Moving from the U.S. to England in 2007, I changed my costume to that of an Americanized Brit craving an opportunity to once again live in her homeContinue reading “Running Into Myself”

Sincere thanks to Leah Mermelstein for nominating me for The Sunshine Award.  I greatly appreciate the recognition from such a respected educational professional – and the inspiration to get my blogging game back on!  Each New Year, I write myself a letter that I seal until the following New Year.  In it, I record whateverContinue reading “The Sunshine Award”

Our TV stand juts up to the wall to the left of the front door.  Usually, our couch turns its back on the TV, instead facing the bookshelves and armchair on the opposite wall and the coffee table in between.  From this position, all seats in the living room provide excellent views of the realContinue reading “Disconnecting”

A new significance dawned on me this Labor Day as I anticipated the start to the 2013-2014 school year. This year\’s was the second Labor Day I experienced in the dual roles of mother and educator.  The parallel between the labor for both, however, escaped me last year as the day rolled around in theContinue reading “Transitions”

I’ve found my brain.As you can imagine, this comes as quite a relief.Of course, I never really lost it.  It was more like I’d lost my memory – and perhaps a few other crucial pieces of the mind that enable one to follow-through with tasks, work efficiently, and maintain a general sense of competency inContinue reading “Missed Connections”

At last, the time is write (play on words fully intended)… For many years, I identified myself as a traveler, a teacher, and a writer.  Yet throughout recent years, I moved further and further away from any semblance of the writing self.  This may not be entirely a bad thing. Middle School Me used toContinue reading “About Time”