Upstairs in our hotel room, we sat cross-legged on the floor to reorganize -- laptops into computer bags, chargers to match machines, iPod and speakers into cases, masters and handout packets separated and returned to the appropriate pockets within my accordion file, piles of professional books divvied up and packed into suitcases.
A short time later, though, I needed my writer's notebook to model a strategy and it was nowhere to be found. I'd seen it last during the session...but in my mind's eye, I only saw our chaotic demise. After tearing apart my offices at home and school, I contacted the lost and found department at the conference venue. My desperate plea met an unempathetic ear. "No, sugar. It surely isn't here. All NCTE items were already turned in." Period. Just like that.
You don't understand, I thought. I decorated that cover. It's me there. All my favorite lyrics and quotes. In it, I wrote from the heart...all the things I know about and care about. I need it back. I want it back. I'm not finished...
I called back a month later.
I looked around our apartment
and my classroom.
I let it go December 2011.
I started writing electronically.
I started collecting new lyrics
with the dream of
Two weeks ago, my husband and I assembled an Ikea bookshelf to add to the newly fashioned office upstairs. With joy I recovered my favorite books and articles from the basement to set up my creative work space. In the four openings, my friends -- Calkins, Kittle, Lane, Heard, Ray, Teachers College staff, Ayres and Shubitz, Murray, and Graves -- found new homes, as did an old accordion file. It begged me to untether the elastic clasp...
and, would you believe...
I'm just going to forget that it was in the same space with me for over a year and pick up where I left off...