More signs of the times

You’ve seen this one already. It’s a symbol of the slipshod lawmaking without care for detail or quality. I searched for something else with which to illustrate the upcoming election and the frightening actions in our capitol.

actual photo of actual sign

The next sign reminds me of the early days of the protests. I haven’t seen the term FitzWalkerStan or its Twitter hashtag recently. The situation has become so disturbing that even this kind of cynical humor is no longer present.

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 I downloaded this from a recall site. It’s significant in its strength.

again, no caption required; it speaks for itself

Then I found this, a seemingly unrelated photo in my archives.

'nuff said

It works.

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There’s a storm coming in.

It’s literal and it’s figurative. There’s a storm brewing in my state.

Skies are clouding over and the temperature is dropping. The radar shows lots of green (rain) with patches of yellow and red representing the stronger storms within. The forecast predicts thunderstorms overnight and through tomorrow.

That’s the literal storm.

On the figurative side we have a storm of ideology, a flood of hard feelings, and the thundering sound of voters wanting their voices heard. There’s a yard sign here and a bumper sticker there, with patches of letters to the editor representing the strong emotions within. This forecast predicts a large turnout for a special election – 30% to 35% expected – and close races in every primary.

I prepared for the literal storm with a fire in the fireplace and my tiny seedlings under cover in the mini-greenhouse. We’ll unplug the computers if necessary to prevent trouble in the event of power surges. After the storm passes, we’ll plug everything back in, reboot the electronics and reset the clocks.

Preparation for the election storm isn’t quite so easy. We can unplug the landline the day before the election to avoid the thundering sound of the Get Out the Vote phone calls. I’ll be  on edge all day Tuesday, awaiting results that carry more meaning than any primary election should.

After this storm passes, the winds of change will pick up. The perfect storm of anger, disillusionment, and disbelief fighting with self-righteousness and misinformation threatens to blow up into a cyclone of another kind. The resulting funnel cloud will touch down on the second Tuesday in June, and its aftermath will be —

I don’t really want to think about the results of the June election. If the vote tallies are higher on the wrong side, we’re in for a dark and stormy period in WIsconsin history. This kind of storm is hard to predict, and even harder on those of us in its path.

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Signs of the Times

Imagine the scene:Mother and two young sons walking around the block: mother walking, sons on bicycle and tricycle. Young man walking dog on opposite side of street, going opposite direction.

Boy on tricycle: Mom! It’s the pizza guy! Look, it’s the pizza guy!

This reminds me of the time I’d had surgery on my left foot and was unable to cook. La Petite and Amigo did some of it, but they were only 13 and 8 at the time. We ordered pizza – quite a bit of pizza. When the delivery came from Pizza Hut and the woman holding the pizza box said, “Ooh, you’re off your crutches!” I knew we’d ordered too often.

Signs of these times are not pizza boxes, but the campaign signs sitting in people’s yards. Amigo’s bedroom window sports a “Reclaim Wisconsin: Recall Walker” sign. Across the street a neighbor’s yard sports two additional signs supporting the recall election. There’s always another side, however.

actual campaign sign: no editing needed

I only wish the other side could spell.

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4 x 10 – A Grassroots movement toward recall

Anyone who’s tried converting a patch of lawn into a garden knows the power of grass roots. The grass will keep trying to come back. Fifteen years after turning the soil of my first garden plot, I still find corners with grass trying to grow. I fight it back, and I consider the metaphor.

Grassroots organizers are powerful, too. This kind of political activist group works at the ground level, hangs on tightly, and doesn’t go away. Instead, a grassroots campaign spreads its message by canvassing, calling, and other direct to-the-voters techniques.

Wisconsin Education Association Council (WEAC) has a lot at stake in this election. WEAC’s grassroots style plan for the recall: hit the pavement and the phones.

They call it 4 x 10: a plan for success. If each WEAC member accomplishes these four goals, the recall will be successful. The plan, like many grassroots plan, makes the election personal. Since it’s personal, I ask myself “How do I measure up?”

Collect 10 signatures on recall petitions. Yes, I did that. I set a goal of being personally responsible for at least ten people signing petitions. My ten became part of the larger whole: more than one million signatures, nearly double the number needed to request a recall election.

Donate or raise $10 to the recall effort. I haven’t done this yet. It might be best if I stop in at our local Democratic Party office and make my donation there. The Democrats are looking split right now between four candidates; by donating to the party itself, I can be a little more certain that my money will be part of a solid effort to defeat Walker.

Reach out to ten voters. I’ve started. I talked to two friends who vote absentee because their jobs require a lot of travel. Both plan to request their ballots early this week. Amigo will vote absentee as well, since he is in school out of town. That’s three: I need to reach at least seven more. I’m aiming next at young parents – those who will see their children hurt by Walker’s policies.

Give ten hours of time to help with the effort. Does blogging count? Maybe. In addition, I should look for another way to help turn voters toward a state of healing, not hurting.

I’ll reclaim my garden.

Let’s work together to reclaim Wisconsin.

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I am woman, see me vote.

It was a dark, dark night in the state capitol. In the dark of the night, a killer did his deadly deed. This was not a crime for attention or a plea for help. A pen scratched across the paper, quickly, in the hopes that no one would hear. Then, there was silence. Silence, until the scene became public.

Wisconsin Governor Walker had signed a bill the killed women’s rights to equal pay for equal work.
He thought we wouldn’t notice.
He thought we didn’t really care, didn’t really mind being set back fifty years in workplace gains.
Instead of listening to the real women who stretch every dollar of their paychecks, he listened to a wealthy supporter who said that “…You could argue that money is more important for men.”   The same supporter referred to men as the breadwinners for their families.
Mr. Walker? Over here, please. I’m the primary breadwinner for my family. I’m female, and I vote.
But Mr. Walker, taking his cue from his contributors instead of his constituents, repealed the Equal Pay Law that would guarantee women and men equal pay for equal work. He believes that women are worth less.
Gov. Walker thinks we’re worth less. The male teacher in the next classroom with the same education and experience can make more than the woman in the room next door – because of a Y chromosome. The male principal can make more than the female principal – regardless of school size, demographics, or (yeah, yeah, yeah) test scores. The male can bring home more bacon than the woman – because she can, and might, bear a child.
Gov. Walker and his cohorts think we’re worth less. Does his Lieutenant Governor know? Her salary doesn’t have to equal that of a male Lt. Gov. She wears pumps with her suit instead of oxfords, and therefore she is worth less.
Governor Walker thinks women are worth less. That’s frighteningly close to worthless.
Governor Walker thinks we’re worthless.
Well, soon-to-be-former Governor Walker, my influence still equals a man’s on one important count.
We each have one vote.

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Keeping Safe at Any Age

Age 16: eligible to drive
Age 18: eligible to vote
Age 21: eligible to drink a beer or two
Oops, I missed one. Age 20: Leave behind a statistic. What statistic? I’m glad you asked.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defines children as anyone aged 0 – 19, and the leading cause of death in children is unintentional injury. Accidents. Car crashes, suffocation, drowning, poisoning, fires, and falls are just a few of the examples.

Our country is getting safer for children – about 30% safer over the last decade. But even with improvement during decade 2.0, we still have issues. Okay, I’ll leave the issues behind, but accidents still happen, and happen to the tune of more than 9,000 deaths a year.
The CDC asked several bloggers to help share safety tips, and of course I said “Yes.” I’ll share some of their common sense recommendations, and I’ll point you toward a few web sites chock-full of information.
Common sense isn’t as common as it should be, given the – well, common name. For example, under drowning, tips to decrease drowning deaths include this list.
  • Learn to swim.
  • Watch kids closely around water.
It’s a start. Motor Vehicle tips are also common sense, but these take a little more time and effort.
  • Always use seat belts & safety seats.
  • Use booster seats that are correct for a child’s age and weight.
  • Use safe-driving agreements or contracts with teens.
Prevention for falls brings in a few items that aren’t necessarily “cool” with kids.
  • Insist on soft landing surfaces on playgrounds (i.e. sand or wood chips).
  • Install protective rails on bunk beds and loft beds.
  • Wear a helmet. Listen up, kiddos, Aaron Rodgers wears one.
I promised links.
The CDC has a page they call “Protect the One you Love.”
“Color me Safe” is a coloring book available in English or in Spanish.
This site offers free e-cards related to the topic.
Readers, dear readers, I agree to post on these topics for many reasons. Health posts are never paid posts or sponsored. When the CDC calls – well, when the CDC emails – I’m willing to help because I want our world to get better, not worse, for the generations that follow. I’m teaching one of those generations right now. If I can make a difference, if I can make a suggestion that prevents a child from getting hurt, it’s more than worth the blog space.
I’m serious about the disclaimer. This is not a paid post. I’m also serious about making a difference. The U.S. has a higher death rate from preventable injury than Sweden, Norway, the U.K., France, Canada, Australia…. isn’t it sad that the list goes on? Let’s change it, folks. Add a safety suggestion in the comments or post one on Twitter. Be sure you copy it to @CDCgov so the CDC folk see it, too.

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Respect and Politics: can they coexist?

Once upon a time, about two weeks ago, on a very busy Tuesday, a friend and former colleague ran for local office: County Board Supervisor for her district. After the April 3rd election, she had lost by 19 votes. Careful examination of the absentee ballots found two more votes in her favor.

She (we’ll call her Ann) asked for a recount. She didn’t see the recount in terms of who won or lost, even though she was eager to serve. She saw the process as necessary to assure voters of accuracy – assure each and every voter that his/her vote did indeed count.
The recount, a tedious 11-hour process, ended with her opponent at 642 and her own tally 625. With 17 votes in between, she had lost. She conceded, congratulated her opponent, and moved on. I’m disappointed, like many of her supporters, but I’m so, so proud. Her statement contained no bitterness: only appreciation for the recount workers, thanks for her supporters, and the pride that comes with a record voter turnout in her district. She told us, “I am feeling very satisfied with the process and the outcome, as we all can be sure of the accuracy of the voting results.”
Meanwhile, back in in Walkerville, Wisconsin’s Governor Walker again demonstrated that he considered himself above all others and immune to suggestions and requests. That is, he’s immune to requests from anyone who doesn’t donate millions to his campaign. Gov. Walker campaigned recently on a six-city swing through our fair cheese filled state. At each rally, he warmed up the crowds by entering to the song, “Small Town” by John Mellencamp. Great, right? A musician from the Midwest (Indiana), a song with a title that acknowledges Wisconsin’s rural roots – what could be wrong with this scene?
Plenty is wrong with this scene. Mellencamp doesn’t support Walker. In fact, his publicist contacted the Governor’s campaign to state firmly that he is pro-union, pro-collective bargaining, and he supports the fight for workers to earn a living wage. Add to that Mellencamp’s performance of “Small Town” at a rally for President Barack Obama in 2008, and Walker’s use of the song sounds even more out of tune.
John Mellencamp’s representatives asked John McCain not to use the musician’s “Our Country” in 2008. McCain complied. So far, Gov. Walker has ignored the request to stop playing “Small Town” during his campaign.
Which candidate has more class, shows more respect for the voters? Ann, the local county board candidate, or the one who (temporarily) carries the title Governor? Soon-to-be-Former Governor Walker doesn’t respect the famous musician John Mellencamp; I certainly can’t expect him to respect me, an ordinary citizen. As for classy, in tune with constituents, and worthy of my respect, I vote for Ann.

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Teacher Profiling – hearing aid compatible version

Ah, readers. You’ve come through for me in the past. I’m working on a post describing what it’s like to be a hearing impaired person teaching in a virtual school. Here’s my draft. Let me know what you think. Since I hit copy and paste, I’ve already made three changes. Five. Now I’ve lost count.

I entered the teaching field armed with a music degree, two teaching licenses, and two powerful hearing aids. The degree and teaching licenses got me hired; the hearing aids helped me thrive. My condition is a progressive loss, one that has worsened with time and will continue to change as I grow older. This loss is due to nerve damage, and hearing aids are the correct and only treatment. As my hearing loss worsened, I looked for an alternative to a traditional classroom setting, and Wisconsin Connections Academy attracted my attention. I was fascinated by the variety of families enrolled, the unique program, and the commitment to learning, and the enthusiasm for technology in education.

My hearing loss is only one part of who I am as a teacher. Sometimes I need small modifications, or reasonable accommodations as the law calls them. This was easy for WCA; all of the headsets are hearing aid compatible. My students and my coworkers take my hearing loss in stride.

At one time I taught students with hearing impairments – not as a specialist, but as their regular classroom teacher. The presence of a role model, a professional with the same disability they had, motivated these children more than any lesson I could teach. I hope that my current students see my disability, when they think of it at all, as an example that they, too, can succeed, no matter what challenges lie ahead.


Well, readers? I feel like it’s still rather stiff, rather bland. Help me out, please?

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Next election: we’re ready

One election down, another coming up in one month. In one month, Wisconsinites will decide who will challenge current Governor Scott Walker in a recall election. At least one young voter is ready.

Amigo uses an adaptive voting machine called an Auto Mark. It scans the ballot, reads it aloud (with headphones to preserve the voter’s privacy), and at the push of a button, marks his vote.

When he was finished, he proudly wore his sticker.


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"No."

Two-year-olds are so good at this. They say no easily, and mean it. They’re not malicious, they’re not mean, they’re just sincere in their right of refusal.

Take my niece for example.

SIL: “Eat your soup, Audrey.”
Audrey: “No. Hot.” — stated so seriously and in such an adorable voice that we knew she meant it.

At Christmas, after opening a present containing her new Aaron Rodgers jersey:
Brother: “Audrey, would you like to try on your new shirt?”
Audrey: (looking at her tummy, putting a hand on her sweater) “No.” –again, very logical. Why would she put on another shirt, no matter how special, when she was already dressed? Geez, these grown-ups lack common sense.

Grown-ups do indeed lack common sense at times. Teachers, parents – nurturers, especially, have a hard time saying no. Put in extra time to finish progress reports? Of course. Bring in a couple of side dishes for the pot luck lunch? Naturally. Take on additional students for a day? Not a problem.
Sooner or later we run out of hours in the day and energy with which to productively fill those hours. We keep saying Yes because it’s expected, because we feel we must. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to channel our inner two year old. Calmly, logically, seriously, and in such sweet voices that no one can resist, we need to say it.
No.

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