Finding Joy
My mother always instilled in me that I was a good writer. Sister Sheila told her so. It was likely a parent/teacher conference in which my 3 rd grade teacher shared her view on my 8-year-old discourse. Throughout my childhood I approached this as a given: I had older sisters who taught me punctuation and grammar that was beyond my years but firmly ensconced in theirs. I distinctly remember my oldest sister teaching me how to use a comma when I was six with the warning to not use it in my homework. This was due to my sister’s estimation that it would likely upset the Sacred Heart nuns whose tried and true curriculum was the same as what both my sisters had encountered, and they knew the consequences of stepping beyond the lesson plan. Nearly 30 years later that recognition was reinstated by Maxine Greene at Teachers College. I was taking her Aesthetics and Education class in my first semester. Many of us in our Arts Administration program enrolled in it as we were advised to ...
