Me to Our

It turns out that two year olds have a bit of an obsession with the word me.

“Me coat, me highchair, me book, me bed”


We have been working hard to encourage Marlowe to say our instead of me. It usually goes a little something like this…

“Me, chair!”

” Whose chair is it ?”

“Our chair.”

“Ya, it is our chair, Mama, Dada and you can sit in it. We can share it with our friends too!”

some time passes

“Me book!”

“Why don’t you try that again.”

“Our book!”

We have been having conversations like this for the past couple of weeks. Today, I was really excited because she independently started to say our without any support.

“Our car, our brrrrrr (elephant), our bell”

She finally understood and we wouldn’t have those same conversations every day.

Just as you think you have done something right, toddlers like to show you that you actually didn’t.

A half hour into Marlowe’s nap, she woke up and needed to be changed.

I started to take off her sleep sack and she said “our doo doo!”

laughing to myself

“No Marlowe, actually that is your doo doo!”

“Mama, Dada, me doo doo! OUR DOO DOO!”

“We do share a lot of thing but we actually don’t share doo doo!”


“sure, let’s go with that for now, our doo doo…will you go back to sleep now?”

“Yes! Mama lub”

“I love you too!”

And she did go back to sleep.

Now I am left wondering how to undo my teaching or at least modify it slightly!








How to fill a silence

Silences. They can be awkward. Embarrassing. Stressful.

Instinctually you attempt to fill them.

Scrambling for words to fill the gaps.


What if you don’t?

What if you let them hang?


Like the sun hanging in the horizon.


What if you enjoyed those quiet moments?

Appreciated each others company?


Those moments become special.

Ones to look forward to.



Just Jump!

Taking risks is scary. Whether it is rappelling down waterfalls in a vietnamese rainforest or applying for a new position, it can be nerve racking. When it comes to outdoor adventures, I am eager to take risks. When it comes to my career, I tend to play it safe.

Recently I received an email from the International Baccalaureate Organisation, they are recruiting new workshop leaders and School Visit Members. Since then, I have been wavering like a seesaw.

Should I apply? Is it worth my time? I probably won’t be selected. If I am, do I have the skills for this? Will I want to leave Marlowe for days at a time throughout the year?

Throughout my internal debate, I have been coming back to a workshop that I attended, where Simon Breakspear said something along the lines of “You just have to go for it. If everyone listened to that voice telling them not to try, no one would ever apply.” He attributed his success to always taking that risk, even when we doubt our own ability.

I took the first step today. I asked my principal for her support in the application process. She enthusiastically agreed to support me in the process and thought that it would be a really great role for me.

When you don’t believe in yourself, it’s important to have people in your life who do!


Dear younger me

Dear younger me,

I feel like I hardly know you anymore. I hope our distance hasn’t left you feeling angry. Please know that I think about you a lot.

What happened, I wonder.

How did we drift so far apart? It has been a long journey that has brought us to this point but now that we are here, maybe we should talk about it.

I guess I should be honest. I wasn’t really happy with you. You never seemed to make the best choices and you drank a bit too much. You somehow seemed to get us into embarrassing situations. I think you should feel lucky that nothing too terrible happened to you during those years. I always wondered if you might have been drinking to overcompensate for something. Were you hiding a secret from the world or trying to impress someone?  I wonder what brought you to that point on your journey. Was it something someone said or did that left you questioning your self-worth?

Do you think we could have done something differently to skip over or change that part in our lives. Although, without those experiences and challenges, perhaps you wouldn’t have changed into the me, I am today.

I really like this me.  I hope you do too! I am thankful that you brought me here but I don’t really want to see you again. I hope you understand.



A Teacher’s worst nightmare

In May 2013, a good friend of mine was wrongfully imprisoned in Shanghai.  He was an amazing teacher, a kind friend and a loving partner. Despite having support from the majority of students and adult witnesses to prove his innocence, Dee was accused of abusing children in his kindergarten classroom. There was an absolute lack of proof and knowing Dee personally, there is no chance that these allegations were accurate. 

After a murky investigation and a closed trial, with no defense witnesses or evidence allowed, and no cross-examination of police evidence, Dee was sentenced to 12 years in prison. He has maintained his innocence throughout his imprisonment and continues to fight against his false incrimination. He was not allowed ANY visitors while he awaited conviction and trial. Finally his partner became his wife and she was allowed to see him twice a month. 

On top of working full time as a teacher herself she tirelessly fights for his innocence. Unsure of where to turn to now, she is desperately looking for anyone with any connections to help spread his story. All they are asking for is a fair trial. This is the only thing they want because his innocence is so easily proven.

If you have any spare time please visit the FREE DEE CAMPAIGN website and read his story and PLEASE share it with anyone that you think might have a connection to someone who might be able to help.


The Free Dee Campaign is a coalition of family, friends, colleagues, and supporters working for justice for David “Dee” McMahon and for Dee’s release from wrongful imprisonment.



Thank you for supporting my friend!

Inspired poetry

One of my favourite writers is Charles Bukowski. He is blunt, filthy, at times depressing and always entertaining. I often look to him for inspiration when I am in the mood to write poetry.

This poem of his called, This Kind of Fire, is a favourite of mine. I don’t know about you but I have definitely found myself wondering if the “gods deliberately keep pushing me into the fire” I love that line. Have you felt that way before?

This poem came to mind this week as I have been so focused on trying to show some members of my team that there has been in a shift in the way we should be approaching the instruction of reading and writing. I have been feeling like I am talking to a concrete wall, unable to move it even an inch. I thought I would try writing my own version.


This Kind of Fire by Charles Bukowksi

sometimes I think the gods
deliberately keep pushing me
into the fire
just to hear me
a few good

they just aren’t going to
let me retire
silk scarf about neck
giving lectures at 

the gods need me to
entertain them.

they must be terribly
bored with all
the others

and I am too.

and now my cigarette lighter
has gone dry.
I sit here
flicking it.

this kind of fire
they can’t give



My Kind of Fire by Shannon Taggart

sometimes I think the gods

deliberately keep pushing me

into the fire

just to feel my



they just aren’t going to

let me give up

convincing others





They are going to leave me

to sing and dance

pulling research

out of my

well-educated ass


the gods need me

to entertain them

they must

be bored

with all the others

I know I am too


my fingers are tired

my research

has been exhausted

I sit here hopelessly

hitting my head against

the concrete wall

hoping that one day


it might budge