Not so long ago and not so far away, my father was my teacher. I learned from him in different ways; through lesson, observation and emulation. Amongst so many other things, he taught me to swim, I watched him work, and I copied his writing. His was a glinting calm presence, a wordless reassurance that … Continue reading Barefoot in the City.
On the way home from work on Friday, on the spur of the moment, I decided to visit Colchester Castle and make the most of my resident's pass. It was dark, the gates to the park were barely open, and the Castle itself was about to close to the public for the night. Randomly, I … Continue reading Jail Time
Long ago and not so far away, was my first home: 47 North Hill, Colchester, Essex, UK. It was there that my sister was born, and there that I was raised to realise that we are our stories. There, too, I learned to respect other stories, others' stories: to understand that history is always in … Continue reading My Back Yard
This is a guest post. Recently, I spoke with a friend about her dyslexia and the impact it has had on her. I encouraged her to write about it, and she did! Here she shares her experience of growing-up dyslexic and her enthusiasm for lifelong learning, together with her determination to succeed: I'm coming to … Continue reading No-one Puts Jacqui in the Corner!
He said it doesn't look good he said it looks bad in fact real bad he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before I quit counting them I said I'm glad I wouldn't want to know about any more being there than that he said are you a religious man do you … Continue reading What the Doctor Said
...in June 1995. I returned from living and working abroad and started teaching ESOL in my home town of Colchester; before becoming a student again myself. My first class was a group of Russian language teachers from the former East Germany, who were being 're-trained' to teach English. This three-week course will pass very quickly, I've … Continue reading Day 6 of 21: in London