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a Peek behind the Curtain

8/30/2016

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"So, how's life at the Ministry of Magic?" began one of several emails from former colleagues earlier this month, followed by #mischiefmanaged -- ​The fact that I subsequently attempted to write a blog post entitled "Week One at the Ministry of Magic", and am just finally getting to it now, nearly three weeks later, is an indicator to how life is!
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Ministry of Magic reblogged from Best Free Images
​For those of us who have spent years toiling away in sweaty September classrooms (the upstairs hall at my previous school reached nearly 40 degrees Celsius the first week of school, according to some reports), a job in the air-conditioned utopia of the Ministry's downtown offices seems like the ultimate #careergoal!

And it has been tremendously engaging so far.  

But there are downsides to trading in suburban classroom life for an office job in downtown Toronto... the fact that I haven't had a chance to blog since I returned from PEI at the end of August and started my new job is one indicator that it's not entirely the land of milk and honey I've entered (though admittedly, it's a pretty sweet gig so far).

Here, finally, is an update of Month One in the wonderful world of civil service...

The People are Awesome

Unlike some of the unsavoury creatures Harry meets at the MoM, the good folks at the Ministry of Ed -- at least the ones I've met to date -- are pretty wonderful people.  Everyone is very friendly and welcoming, and although I miss some of my old chums, I've already shared many laughs with new friends, and can see deep connections forming with some of my new colleagues over the coming months/years.
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My manager deserves special mention here, because if I am honest, after googling, I harbored some prejudice about this woman who did not hire me (I was interviewed and hired by someone else, before my current manager -- who is also new to the Branch -- was hired).  

Turns out she's pretty great, though, a smart, insightful lady, with views on assessment and foci on social justice surprisingly aligned with my own.  

​And, hey, she's got a dog!  So what's not to love?!

The "Office"

Okay, I don't actually have an office, it's more of cubicle, really, and unlike a "real" cubicle, it's actually a pod of four semi-cubicles with a round table in the middle.  This set-up really facilitates professional dialogue, which underpins our work.  In many ways, it is the work.  But with so many talkers and thinkers and busy bees, it can also be a HUGE distraction!
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reblogged from Globetrotters.com
That being said, it's pretty exciting to have a desk with clean, spacious storage and magnetic surfaces and a computer that works all the time and no kids coming and stealing your stapler and never returning it!!!

Heck, I even can see out of a nearby window.  (Granted, it doesn't open, but there is some natural light, and -- unlike what my friends in classrooms in my old Board are enduring -- the temperature is under 38 degrees Celsius!)

TTC: The Sweaty, Crowded Way


While I must confess to appreciating my air-conditioned new digs, the downside is that I have traded in my somewhat circuitous but rarely crowded route through two transit systems for a lengthy if more direct subway ride to and from Toronto's core on a notoriously HOT and overcrowded subway. ​
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No, seriously, despite experimenting with different start and end times (thank GAWD for the relative flexibility of an office job!), I've already had to wait several times at the end of the day for two or more trains to pass before I could squeeze myself through the bursting seams of the subway doors an onto a car packed with my fellow west-heading Torontonians.  I've also experienced the exasperation of those who were not so lucky as we continued westbound, stopping at St George, Bathurst, Spadina, etc., where -- despite our best efforts to compress -- we simply could not create a gap wide enough for one more person to press themselves into our sweaty, westbound midst.

And while that might be a charming tourist memory from the 30-cent subway rides in Buenos Aires, having to live that nightmare on my daily commute is not so fun.  

It's driven me to cycle in more than I originally intended, which is in itself a harrowing experience; Toronto cycle infrastructure, while considerably more creative and insightfully planned than that I experienced in Mississauga, is not nearly enough to keep up with the demand of the many bike commuters in the city's core. 
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Also, suburban drivers, while annoying in their own way, are notably gentler on cyclists than some of the Toronto car bozos I've encountered.

Also, there's a problem with the bike lane on Harbourd, where I am sorely tempted, each time I turn from Bathurst, to stop for a doughnut at Krispy Kreme right there on the corner!
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If I'ma be honest, though, most of my yammering above is just to make my old chums who are still slogging in the trenches this warm September back-to-school season feel better. While I loved my jobs closer to the classroom, I was ready to move on to new challenges, and I am loving my new digs at the Ministry of Education: So far, it's all magic!

A few more highlights from this first month...

Being yelled at by Homophobes 

Well, it wasn't really directed at me specifically, but when I set up the voicemail on my phone on my first day of work, I found an old message from several months earlier (perhaps left for my predecessor), which played for me automatically when I logged into my voicemail.

An irate parent was yelling angrily and at great length into the phone, making hostile and homophobic remarks about "the gay curriculum", and insulting our premier by attacking her personal identity.  

​While not directed at me specifically, I could not help but take it personally.  It was quite a jarring experience on my first day at a new job.
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Then there was the recent protest outside the building, once again attacking "my people", this time by equating those who identify as LGBTQ with pedophiles.  Very nice.

Process, process, process

As a die-hard task master forever focused on getting the job done, I have found this to be one of the greatest challenges in my new job! 

A former EO whom I recently called to get some history on a project I'd inherited mused that when she'd first come to the Ministry many moons ago, she had had grandiose visions of changing this and that, and of getting documents and supporting resources into the hands of classroom teachers expeditiously. 

A few weeks in the big machine soon cured her of such fantastical hallucinations. 
The Fantasy
The reality
                                                 Fantasy                                                                                                                             Reality

Having done my research on several fronts before accepting this gig, I was a trifle more prepared for the endless reams of paperwork that come with most government jobs: Although it's driving me at least as nuts as I knew it would, I'm surprisingly zen about it.

Actually, while it probably sounds ridiculous to people on the "outside", for those of us who've had a chance to experience the vastness of the Ministry of Education first hand, one soon comes to see that there is good reason for the endless memos, issue notes and multi-layer approval process that seem to accompany everything from a project as small as creating the slide deck for a meeting to something on a grander scale like contracting a supplier to produce a video series about a new curriculum resource. 

In an organization that is charged with stewarding taxpayer money, and about which outsiders already complain that the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing, it's important that as many people as possible lend eyes to a project before it goes "live", and that even more people are kept in the loop as it's all unfolding. As one of my new colleagues likes to say,"the learning curve is vertical"!
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The Challenge of Collaboration

Global competencies are hot both within the education sector and the business world these days. While not everyone agrees yet about the finer points of which skills and habits of mind specifically are needed by those who will navigate the world of tomorrow, one competency that most if not all stakeholders agree on is collaboration. 

But how do you collaborate effectively when booking an inter-branch consultation requires a multilevel approval memo? Isn't it just easier to work within one's own unit and "get the job done"?

Fortunately, the powers that be seem to be promoting a vision of collaboration, and we minions have been tasked with finding creative ways to make that happen within the constraints of a large, procedure-oriented organization. As a group of newcomers, our little team has taken it upon themselves to chat up not only each other, but everyone we come across in the halls and at various meetings we attend.  This cross-pollination is facilitated by our manager, also new, who encourages us to reach out to others as appropriate. 

These informal meetings help us to gather information about what's happening in other units, and to sprinkle our own messages into the ears of others as they go about their work. 
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One interesting challenge is finding the balance between collaboration and discretion. Boundaries are a big deal in government work, and while collaboration is encouraged, as previously mentioned, there is also a need to be sensitive to the political nature of much of the work being done.

​Balancing authenticity and fun with professionalism and caution is a juggling act I am having to learn quickly, as are several of my new colleagues.

Our Team

Perhaps the best part of the job so far is the particular group of people I most immediately work with: In our unit, 5 of the 7 of us are new! And our manager has been with the unit less than 6 months!  So we are truly co-learning, in every sense of the word. 
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The two who have been around for a bit are wonderful mentors, as are our two very dear office administrators.

We're a motley crew; we all keep marveling at how very different we are in terms of personality, experience and strengths/skill set, and yet how aligned we seem to be in our philosophy, passion and desire to do well for children and teachers in classrooms. 

As one of my new colleagues remarked earlier this week...
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So, there are my first impressions in a rather large nutshell.  I'm enjoying the new job, and liking the perks (not having to rush out the door at 6:45 a.m. each morning, being able to go to the washroom whenever I want, as opposed to having to wait for the bell to ring, being engaged daily in intellectually stimulating conversations with deep thinkers...)  

I'm also missing the students a little, meeting many new and interesting people, working as hard as I ever was, and learning new skills and concepts almost daily!


P.S. Don't expect many blog posts about what's happening in my new role: Sorry!
Since most of the work I'm involved in is "in progress", I'm often not at liberty to discuss much of what I do with those outside of my immediate workspace. What that means is that this blog will likely become historical archive, or possibly, take on a greater role as family scrapbook, outlining experiences and reflections about my travels, my children and my flying.  Maybe.
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Colours and Textures Along PEI's North Shore

8/30/2016

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There are many reasons I love PEI, two of which are the night sky (sorry, no photos), and the tremendous canvas of colours and textures along the North Shore of the Island.

Like many people my age, I can't help by marvel when I consider the vastness of the universe. And, like many people younger than I am who share my mainly urban lifestyle, I rarely get to see first hand fodder to inspire this consideration.  Light pollution, and lots of it, often rule out even the most amateur stargazing adventures in and around the city.

But on the Island, on any quasi-clear night, thousands of stars are easily admired with the naked eye.
Many times have I put off taking out the recycling or compost bin until after dark, and been richly rewarded with an astronomy display seldom emulated in a planetarium!

During the daytime, it's the palette of the most distinguished artist I admire as I roam the beaches of St Peters Harbour and the surrounding area...
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We're lucky enough to have found a spot on PEI's north shore, a walk to the ocean, and in a harbour that looks across to the incredible and ever-changing dunes of Greenwich National Park. There is also an old, land-locked lighthouse within walking distance.

My ideal day on the Island includes at least one walk to the ocean, and so I am often by the water, admiring and sometimes snapping photos of the russets, greens and golds that dance with the clear waters and blue skies to form my most favourite piece of art!
The vastness of the landscape is what impresses me most, I think.  Everything is just so huge, without ever appearing pretentious.

Sneakers the Wonderdog, who seems to love the ocean as much as I do, often accompanies me on these meanderings when she is here, and frequently swims with me in these waters, touted online as the "warmest north of the Carolinas".

Yesterday, we walked towards the lighthouse in old St Peters Harbour, and stopped along the way to admire (chase) some large herons who were doing a little evening fishing in the estuary near the lighthouse "pond". (Whereas I am impressed with big skies, she is impressed with big birds!)

The water was delightfully warm and peaceful, and the view of the old lighthouse from there was astounding.  As I did not have my camera with me, I wanted to come back the next day to take some photos.
Of course, an iPhone doesn't really do it justice, and I am never able to capture the wildlife, though I did manage to take a few pics tonight of two herons who -- rather than flying off when Sneakers and I approached -- made like sticks and sat very still at the top of some old, dead trees. 

My doggie didn't spot them, but I did! :-)
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It's my seventh summer on the Island now, and my sixth here in our house on the north shore... I'm frequently amazed at the ever-changing tapestry of the coastline.  It's as if the artist is mulling over the finished product, and keeps adding new bits, or removing what she's changed her mind about: A little less gold here, a little more rust there, some taller grass here to add texture and depth, and some shading there to enhance the appearance of light.....
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The result of all this wind- and water-induced shifting about is an endless delight to the eyes as the outdoor gallery constantly features new works by the same artist on a favourite theme!

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Am I still a teacher?

8/29/2016

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 In case you've been living under a rock, the reason I am still on PEI blogging my brains out rather than hustling in Toronto to set up my classroom is that I no longer have a classroom to set up.

 Yes, It's true --  after 17 years of my on-again off-again love affair with classroom teaching, I have finally left the classroom for good, and am joining what some of my colleagues call "the dark side": I've accepted a permanent position as an Education Officer with the Curriculum and Assessment Branch at the Ontario Ministry of Education. (Or, as I've discovered that those in the know refer to us, I am becoming an "EO at the MOE"!!)
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I've always loved the richness of engaging in educational leadership while teaching or between classroom teaching gigs: I've been a program resource consultant, an acting VP, a Faculty of Education instructor and workshop facilitator over the past nearly two decades with my (now former) Board, but I've always returned to the classroom in between other "opportunities".

In the past year or two, however, I have been pulled increasingly away from the classroom, as invitations and opportunities to participate in bigger picture projects have come my way, and about halfway through last school year, I found myself at an emotional crossroads: I simply physically could not keep meeting the high standards I set for myself as a teacher AND as an educational leader in my other "side" projects, especially as a mother of two children (and a high-maintenance rescue dog)  with a busy personal life to balance. 
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I had to give up one for good and focus more exclusively on the other, and for the first time, I began to believe that the time had come to focus on the big picture stuff when it came to being a professional educator, and  to be a learner and an influencer in that domain rather than to continue exclusively with classroom teaching.

I was a bit of a scary realization, because I've always believed that the most effect change agency comes from authentic relationships, and there is no relationship more authentic to a teacher than a colleague who is trying it out in her own classroom down the hall.
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I'm also at the place in my teaching career where -- while always still learning new things or -- I've got the basics down; I'm planning the next school year with a bigger, better, shinier everything in my mind as I complete the previous one... and telling everyone who comes to my room for advice what's worked for me, or what book to read, or which resource to try out.

And in this new job, I have no idea what I am doing, concretely speaking.
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It will be a humbling experience indeed to move from quasi expert to tiny fish in a HUGE pond!

But the way things worked out, the timing for such a change just felt right, and so, with a few negotiations to fine-tune the details, I took the plunge.


Avoidance and Denial

With a busy July tying up loose ends from my old job and preparing for and running two multi-day workshops for teachers in Ontario, and an equally hectic August caring for my kids and hosting various visitors at our home on PEI, it was easy for me to push this massive professional change onto the backburner, mentally.

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Ostrich Head in Sand reblogged from Henibean
To be honest, I really haven't thought about this massive impending shift in my professional identity a lot this summer, until recently. The only time it's crept into my consciousness is when I come across a resource at a bookstore, or a particularly interesting shell at the beach or some other artefact that I would have hitherto stashed away, mentally already planning 17 integrated lessons to go with it for the first week back at school!!!

Now I just think, "oh, well, no, I don't need to buy that/pick that up off the beach/take a photo of that".
It's a bit of a strange feeling for a few minutes, but then it dissolves into "What am I going to cook for dinner?", or "Boys, stop fighting over whose turn it is in the hammock, and let's play a board game!", or "Sneakers, NO! Don't chase that heron/piping plover/seagull/etc! Come here!"

Reality Check

But now that my kids have both gone back to Toronto, and I am on my own with the dog out here on the island for a few more days before heading back home myself, and it's always MY turn in the hammock, reality is beginning to sink in!

It doesn't help that messages from former colleagues -- who are in the throes of back-to-school planning -- have begun to trickle in, checking in on me,  telling me who is pillaging my old classroom for good stuff before the new guy gets there, and wishing me all the best in my new job. Nor has it done much to alleviate my denial strategies to continuously walk by the pile of professional reading I had requested and received from my new boss earlier in the summer, and brought along to devour on PEI (predictably, no such devouring has as yet occurred), and which continues to sit suggestively in a pile on the floor in my bedroom, inching closer to the nightstand over the past week!

But perhaps the biggest reality check was a stop I made at Staples in Ch'town the other day: I wanted to print a photo for one of my kids, and up I marched to the front door from the parking lot, only to be greeted with a giant sign proclaiming a 10% discount and a special free gift for teachers! The little thrill I usually feel each summer when I see that teacher appreciation day sign at Staples was replaced with a moment of panic, as I tried to ascertain my identity...

Am I still a teacher? Or does being a paper pusher at the MOE not really count anymore?
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When I taught pre-service teacher ed at the university level, I did not question myself.  Nor did my teacher identity come into question when I spent a few years as an instructional coach.  And yet, now, when I am moving into conceivably an even greater educational leadership role, I am uncertain about what this means in terms of who I am becoming.

Teaching has been a part of my identity for as long as I can remember. I've never been one of these people who fell into teaching because there was nothing else to do; I've actively pursued this profession, and been married to it in every sense of the word.  I love classroom teaching with all my being, and I am damned good at it, too.

I remember reading an article once, about the results of a poll that indicated that classroom teachers had far more credibility with the general population than school principals, even.  Is someone who does "policy writing and implementation" closer to the former, or the latter? Standing at the checkout at Staples on Teacher Appreciation Day, I wasn't sure.

For the record, I did tell the nice lady at the counter that I was a teacher, and claimed my discount and my prize.  I felt a brief pang of guilt as I did so, but no way was I walking out of that store without my free 3-D apple notepad and funky green teacher pen!!!
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Free teacher sway from Staples -- only for REAL teachers!
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Lin's Take-Out

8/29/2016

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One of our favourite places to visit when on PEI is Greenwich National Park, the large dune of which is visible across the harbour from our house. And for the past several years, every time we drive down the road to or from Greenwich, we pass a little takeout truck at the side of the road down a long driveway, with a big sign out front that proudly proclaims it to be "Lin's Take out", and we always say, "hey, we should stop there to eat sometime!"

Alas, we never have.

This year, however, Alex and I finally took the plunge! On the way home after a 2.5 hour stint on the boardwalks and beaches of Greenwich, we pulled into Lin's Takeout for dinner the night before his departure back to Toronto.

The place is pretty neat, with a surprisingly broad menu, several picnic tables and a toy area for young children. There's even a covered, screened-in dining area if it's raining or buggy!
Alex ordered a grilled cheese with a side of cucumber slices, and I got a veggie burger (yes, they had that!!) with the works. Other options include pierogies, french fries or onion rings and the usual assortment of local seafood. There's also an ice cream bar and a selection of local jams for sale.

Located on the road home from Greenwich with a picturesque view of St Peters Bay, Lin's Takeout is the perfect spot to enjoy a quick bite. And it's a nice alternative to the much-touted Ricks Fish and Chips and the-tasty-but-pricey Inn at St. Peter's.

I'm glad we finally stopped; we'll be back next summer for sure!
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Reasons I Like Hosting on Airbnb

8/28/2016

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Much has been written and discussed lately about Airbnb, the self-professed "rent out your spare room for a little extra cash" website and app.

Not all of the commentary has been flattering. Home wrecking incidents and competition for affordable housing are highlighted, and some local governments are imposing heavy (and in my opinion unfair) restrictions on hosting.

Personally, I think that – – done "right" – – Airbnb is a great way to build community and make the world a kinder, smaller, safer and more respectful place.

Here are some of my top reasons for hosting on Airbnb…

Meet Interesting People

Over the past several years, we've had the privilege of hosting a variety of noteworthy visitors, including an engineer working on the island runway extension at the airport I fly out of in Toronto, two retired biologists (ornithologists), a group of Polish astronomy students, and a PhD student working on the Hadron collider. We've also had our share of artists and musicians hoping to be inspired by new surroundings on PEI and and in Toronto, as well as travellers coming to North America for their first time and stopping in for a night or two at one of our places to rest up and get their bearings before setting out on a cross-Canada camping tour.

Whoever comes to visit, we almost always end up having some deep conversations over breakfast or before turning in at night, about the state of various world affairs.

Sharing ideas about ways to support and promote things like sustainability, feminism (and equity in general), responsible parenting and/or dog ownership and a wide range of other important topics invariably flow from these sorts of conversations.
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Airbnb facilitates the sorts of "kindred spirit" relationships that no sports team or dating site could ever hope to foster!

Share Favourite Local Hangouts

Another reason I enjoy hosting on Airbnb is that I get to share some of my favourite places in Canada with others who have not yet discovered them.

​Whether it's where to have dinner, or the best place to catch a beautiful sunrise or sunset, as a lifelong Torontonian and an avid wanna-be PEIslander, I am fairly knowledgable about both locales, which works out well for visitors trying to get a sense of what they should do with their limited local time.

I'm always eager to share my favorite, less-touristy hotspots with both our Toronto and PEI visitors, and get a real kick out of other people getting as excited about a place as I have been when they, too, discover it.

Support the Local Economy

People who use Airbnb tend to be people who would not necessarily use a more traditional hotel, either because they can't afford it, or because they prefer a more personal, authentic accommodation experience. And so I feel like hosting brings spenders into town who might otherwise not be here.

At the very least, they have to buy food/visit local restaurants while staying, and, often – – as in the case of the antique and curio-hunter staying in my kids' play house tonight – – they buy a lot more while traveling.
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Since I provide essentials and a few little frills at all my listings, I am also pumping money into the local economy that might otherwise not have been spent.

Practice and Develop Life Skills

Running a side hustle like renting a spare room on Airbnb allows one to develop a number of important skills. First and foremost, I love hospitality and the art presentation, two skills I learned by necessity the summer before my mother died.

Painfully uncomfortable and often nauseous from either the cancer or the toxic chemo she was taking to buy herself a few more months to get her affairs in order, my mother spent much of her final summer on earth tucked into a sleeping bag on a fold-out lawnchair nestled into a corner of the garden she loved so much. I returned to Toronto the summer of '94 from a stint working at a hotel in southern Germany, where I had learned about presentation at a mid- to high-end restaurant on site. I quickly put these skills to use preparing small, tasty drinks and light meals, enticingly presented, for my mother, while as she/we played host to various friends and work colleagues of hers who had come to basically pay their last respects before she finally moved into palliative care at Toronto Grace that fall.

​Hosting through Airbnb some 20 years later has helped me to revive these skills and honour the memory of my mother as I prepare artfully designed breakfast services for my various guests.
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Even when we have visitors availing themselves of more basic, "self-serve" accommodations, I always prepare a nice breakfast basket and fresh flowers (when available) to make the first impression pleasing to the eye. These frequently get rave reviews, and I relish helping make people's stay a delight.

Developing one's ability to be a great host is a skill which I feel is easily transferrable to many other parts of one's personal and professional life.

Imagine if we all treated one another in our day-to-day lives as valued guests in our personal space… How much kinder a place could the world become?!
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I also feel like being an Airbnb host it helps me refine my critical thinking and diplomacy skills: As a host I constantly need to assess the safety and feasibility of a situation. For example, should I accept this particular booking request or are these people just looking for a place to party?

I read reviews, research guest profiles, and – – if needed – – craft carefully-worded, diplomatic messages inviting new users to flesh out of their profiles and consider including a personal picture of themselves rather than their pet Chihuahua, in order to establish trust within the Airbnb community.

And as I am reading those user reviews, I consider how well I myself behave when I am a guest; am I respectful? Quiet? Tidy?

​When Airbnb offers me options like "instant book" (which strike me as tailored to encouraged quick turnover and impersonal service) I develop the resistance to the temptation to make a quicker buck by rejecting that option, so that I can maintain the integrity of personal, clear communication between myself and my would-be guests before manually accepting any reservation request.

Become a Mentor Parent

This summer, my kids caught the Airbnb bug: Spurred on initially by the thought of making a few extra bucks for spending money, they pimped out their new Playhouse on Airbnb.
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One of my twins in particular really got into the swing of things, writing a little welcome message in a guestbook on site, and preparing and rehearsing a "spiel" he gave to guests when they first arrived. He also had to negotiate with his brother about a fair pay arrangement, given the inequitable split in workload. Finally, there was the learning that there are different sorts of people in the world, and just because someone is not "like us", doesn't make them a "bad" person.
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While the charm of being hosted by a 12-year-old monozygotic twins paid dividends with guests, my kids were learning valuable people skills and collaboration in return, both transferrable in the "real world".

We've had many conversations over the past few months about what it means to be a good host. As I have learned and continue to learn from my own experiences and from other, fellow hosts, hosting through Airbnb has helped me guide my young entrepreneurs in this learning.

Pay for the Extras

A lot of people think you can make buckets of money off Airbnb. And in some contexts you can. (Take, for instance, those who purchase multiple properties for the sole purpose of accommodating such short term rentals in cities were demand is high, or if you happen to have a spare room in a city like Boston, which has the highest hotel rates in America.) But if you are doing things as they were originally intended, that is, renting out "extra space" in your own home periodically, and you live in a more "normal" city, then the fiscal payout can be negligible.
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I wish!
By the time I buy the extra pillowcases and towels, refresh the flowers and/or buy the baskets to display the snack or breakfast items, pay taxes on my extra income (yes, I claim it like an idiot!), there is not that much left for "fun money". And there are some days when cleaning up after my guests and preparing perfection for the next ones seems considerably more of a time-consuming chore than the few dollars I make off the side hustle are worth.

​On the other hand, if you do rent often, you can, over time, make enough money to save up for special projects or alleviate the burden of those little extras we all enjoy but most of us can't really afford. Some of the things I've paid for with Airbnb earnings outside our regular budget include dinner out with my girlfriend, shows and musicals, ice cream and other outings with my kids, car rental while traveling, and a playhouse for my kids (almost).

​Now I'm saving up for a deck for my music cabin on PEI! :-)
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It frustrates me when those who embrace and participate in creative disruptions like Airbnb are penalized. On PEI, for example, you have to be registered with the tourism board to run a bed-and-breakfast. The official reasoning behind us government cash grab is that they want to ensure an excellent user experience, since their economy still have a late depends on tourism.

But how do you meet the standards of such an operation with things like a play house without electricity or running water that is never the less in-demand? (The treehouse my boys and I stayed in earlier this summer – – also without running water, and no breakfast offer – – was doing a booming business at $30 a night!)

Besides, with almost exclusively five-star ratings, what is the tourism board really worried about? (on Airbnb, guests are strongly encouraged to rate their hosts anonymously in areas such as communication, cleanliness and overall value, so if someone is running a less than stellar operation, they won't be in business for long, even without the tourism board meddling in their affairs!)

It seems to me that there is room in the economy for both five star hotels and five star Airbnb listings. Someone who is bringing a sleeping bag and paying $22 a night to stay in a playhouse wasn't going to pay $125 at the official B&B up the road anyway, and those who are staying at the "official" hotels, are not being negatively affected by their Airbnb-surfing counterparts.

And in the meantime, ideas are exchanged along with smiles and often outstanding hospitality, making the world a smaller, kinder, safer, smarter and more creative place – – even for kids!
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Night in a Barn... Sort of!

8/24/2016

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This has been the summer of comings and goings on PEI; kids left at different times, with some overlap of visiting friends and also Tats, and now, finally, some time to myself at the end!

These various visits have resulted in a little more driving than usual, most recently, a necessary trip to Moncton, as Tats, who could only spare a weekend for the Island this summer due to school, couldn't find a flight home from Ch'town.

We decided to make a road trip of it with Alex and Sneakers in tow, and do a little geocaching along the way.
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Sneakers at the Barn in New Brunswick
After a fabulous lunch at the Landmark Cafe (officially my new favourite restaurant on the South Shore, BTW -- but make reservations, it gets busy!), we made our way to the gateway village where I took a nap, Sneakers had a run and a pee, and Tatsy and Alex played on the playground. 

​We also stopped in for the obligatory Cows ice cream and picked up some chocolate covered potato chips for Tats' work/school chums before joining the lineup of cars waiting to pay good money to get off the island!
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Hard to get a good shot while crossing; this pic was taken from the NB side of things -- more later
Once in New Brunswick, we did a little more geocaching, and then raced to the airport to drop Tats off for her 8-o-clock flight back to YYZ.

Where to Sleep?


Knowing I probably wouldn't have it in me to do the long drive back home to PEI's north shore again in the same day, I had planned ahead and hunted around for a relatively affordable place to spend the night.

One of the things I love about AirBnB is the ability to find unique and interesting places to sleep, on the cheap! I figured, if I can find a $30 tree house in Crapaud, then surely there must exist a spot for a 12 year old boy, a rambunctious dog, and an old lady to spend the night!!

Sure enough, a search only a few weeks prior to our travel date turned up a barn just outside of Moncton. For $20, Alex, Sneakers and I would be dry (and safe?) for the night.
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Mel's Barn in Indian Mountain, NB
​The property at Indian Mountain is newly owned by Melanie, a young gal in the film industry, who envisions a large, self sustaining gathering space.  She proudly showed off her property, pointing out where the berry bushes had been planted, and illustrating some of her future plans.
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She's already begun renovating; the upstairs of the barn has had one wall almost entirely replaced with a large panel of windows that looks out over the back of the property, towards the woodlot and pond. Also upstairs are two punching bags, several small tents and a hammock, the ambiance enhanced by strings of Christmas lights hung here and there. 
Downstairs is a "bar" and a large open area where just last week, Melanie told me, they had a DJ and set up a screen on which people were playing "old school Nintendo".

Seems like a pretty cool space!

Sleeping Arrangements, Starlight and Kittens

The idea on the property is that people can just pitch their tent -- if they have one -- anywhere inside or outside of the barn, and use the facilities on site (Mel was just in the process of installing a shower the night we stayed over). Lucky for us, Melanie let us use a spare room in the small house next to the barn -- we hauled our sleeping bags onto mattress there, and set up a little "nest" for Sneakers next to our bed.

Before turning in for a restless night, both Alex and Sneakers discovered the two barn kittens that lived on the property. Curious little cats, they were not deterred by an overenthusiastic dog, and held their own, offering in no uncertain terms to scratch Sneakers' eye out if she didn't back off!
The night sky out in rural New Brunswick was at least as lovely as the one on PEI, and Alex and I stopped to admire the stars before going inside the house and locking ourselves and our wildebeest into our bedroom for the night.

The Next Morning

After a predictably restless night on an uncomfortable bed with a kicking child and an anxious, pacing dog in the room, it was finally time to pack up our things and stuff ourselves back into our rental car for the drive home to PEI. Before we left, we picked two apples (as invited to the night before by Mel) off the tree on the property; the apples turned out to be quite tasty, as I discovered two days later, when I finally got around to eating them.
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wild apple tree, the night before
Alex and Sneakers slept pretty much all the way to the Bridge, and I sustained myself with the promise of a nice, long nap in the hammock later that afternoon!

As we approached the Bridge, I saw a sign that announced breakfast was being served at the restaurant on the conservation ctre just before the Bridge, and eager for something more substantial than the emergency snacks in our car cooler, I turned off the highway and into the parking lot, arousing Alex from his passenger seat slumbers with my change in driving direction and pace.
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Jourimain Nature Centre

The large park that precedes the Confederation Bridge crossing was one I'd not heard of before, and I was delighted to find this space: There are trails for walking, and a beach at the base of the bridge from which one can (and we did) take some incredible photos.
As tide was out, and it was quite early in the day, we let Sneakers off leash, and she and Alex splashed about on the beach, hunting for seashells. Alex and I found a small sand dollar -- a rare find -- and I tucked it away carefully in one pocket of my pants, where it was soon crushed when I jammed my phone in there, forgetting it was already holding precious cargo!

After a nice time at the beach, we parked under a tree and set Sneakers up on a cozy bed in the back seat, windows open more than a crack. Then Alex and I walked through the interpretive centre and into the restaurant to enjoy some eggs and pancakes before leaving New Brunswick.

Argyle Shore... Again!

​We had stopped at the red shore the day before with Tats, only to discover tide was in, so there was no "beach", and the stairs led directly into the ocean! Today our timing was a little better, and Sneakers, Alex and I were able to enjoy a nice walk along the rocky shoreline before  climbing back into the car for the final leg of our trip home.
While I don't enjoy driving as much as I used to, and find chauffeuring a bit of a chore, I did enjoy the opportunity for this particular mini-road-trip of sorts. Spending quality time with some of my few favourite people in the world and discovering new travel treasures like the barn and the beach at the bridge are things that make the hassle of driving worth it!
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Weekend with Tatsy: A Photo Essay

8/23/2016

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Old Home Week

8/23/2016

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on the island, towards the end of the summer, I've seen the signs for Old Home Week. But I never really understood what it was.

This year, however, an opportunity presented itself, and now I know what Old Home Week on PEI is!

Last Friday, we dropped a friend off at the airport around 5 p.m., and had several hours to kill before picking up my girlfriend, who was just coming down for the weekend, but on a later flight. So rather than drive all the way back out to the house, Alex and I decided to check out this Old Home Week business and see for ourselves what all the fuss is about.
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Turns out it's a bit like the CNE in Toronto, but on a smaller scale.
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One similarity to Toronto' exhibition is the opportunistic parking business that springs up around the fairgrounds during the week: Just like in Toronto, Ch'town locals with homes backing onto the street adjacent to the fair put up hand crafted signs inviting people to park on their lawns -- and they pack those cars in! Alex and I estimated that on one lawn, there must have been at least fifty cars, which -- if they turn over 2-3 times a day -- garner the property owners a cool $5-6K in cash each year!!
As it was already quite late at night, the line ups were long, and Alex was pretty tired, we elected not to go on any rides. And although we did throw away $20 on one of those unwinnable ball-in-the-milk-crate carnival games, we spent most of our evening in the farm animal building, admiring the award-winning cows and alpaca, and trying our hand at some brain puzzles.
We also stopped to check out the horse races (but didn't do any betting).
Soon enough, it was time to hunt down our car and head back to the airport to collect our next visitor.
As Alex remarked, we were glad to have gone to check it out, but Old Home Week is one of those things where once is enough.
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Night in a Treehouse

8/9/2016

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So, sleeping in an 8x8 "room on stilts" with two silly, kicking 12-year-olds was perhaps not my most brilliant plan ever, in terms of relaxation techniques while on vacation. Though in fairness, one cannot say it wasn't an adventure!
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Perusing the AirBnB listings on PEI recently, I came across a budget listing for a no-frills "treehouse" in Crapaud, near the lovely, little village of Victoria-by-the-Sea.  
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Knowing the boys would love it, I booked one night.

After camp on Monday, we set off for Crapaud, making a brief stop en route to pick up a giant pillow which I had scored on Kijiji for the boys' playhouse which was due to be delivered to our property in St Peter's Harbour later in the week.
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I had forgotten how hilly the south-west part of the Island was, and I enjoyed the scenery while the boys slept in the car, tired out from their first full day of camp.
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Hwy 1 - Trans-Canada Hwy, enroute to Crapaud
The lovely thing about PEI is that everything is pretty close, so within about 40 minutes, we had arrived in the general vicinity of the treehouse, and as the boys woke up from their powernap, I tried to divine the somewhat sketchy directions included with my reservation. 

​We soon found the property, and sure enough, there was the treehouse!!
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A Japanese exchange student staying in the main house checked us in and showed us the 2-piece washroom we could use, and then we climbed up the ladder to our room for the night.  
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The boys eagerly set about arranging the room: Organizing sleeping bags, pillows (including the new giant one we had acquired earlier in town) and various personal belongings they had brought with them for the night on the hooks and little "shelves" that lined the inside of our rustic hut amongst the trees.
We also had a little kitten climb the ladder and visit us.  (After some petting, she just curled up outside the cabin door.)
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Once out stuff was arranged in the tiny room to everyone's satisfaction, we drove 4 minutes to the nearby fishing village of Victoria, and enjoyed a great dinner (even vegetarian protein available!!) and excellent service at the Landmark Cafe, following which we picked up some ice cream on the wharf and sauntered around the lighthouse and antique market, taking silly selfies and admiring the imposing clouds in the evening sky.
We also saw PEI's oldest tree ("That's nothing compared to the trees we saw in Buenos Aires, right Mom?", Alex was quick to point out).
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And then it was back to the treehouse.
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We read a few chapters of our current read-aloud together (Deborah Ellis' Sacred Leaf), and then attempted to sleep.

I will say that the mattress itself (a reasonably roomy, high quality,  inflatable affair) was considerably more comfortable than I had anticipated.  It was my two restless bedmates who were the problem.  Every time they moved, the mattress squeaked.

And also I had to pee.  And I was not going to haul my corpulant, over-40 self down a rickety old ladder at 11:57 p.m.  And 2 a.m.  And again at 4:38 a.m.  No way, no how.  (Fortunately, I had anticipated that particular problem, and had done some advance planning accordingly, the details of which I will spare the reader.)

And there were mosquitos. (Not a lot, but enough bother a finicky sleeper.)

I debated whether or not to fish around in the catch-all bin we had brought with us for some mosquito repellent,  and opted for some ear plugs instead, pulling the sleeping bag up over my head.
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In between tossing and turning, I surfed Kijiji for deals and posted random photos with uninspired hashtags on Instagram.
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Finally, blessedly, the morning arrived, another beautiful sunshiny day o PEI, and I roused the two sleeping bunnies to pack up their gear and get back in the car for the ride back into town for Day Two of Art camp.  But not before using the real washroom, in the main house!!!

The ride back to Ch'town was uneventful; we enjoyed watching the pastoral scenery out the window while munching on cut-up peaches and strawberries and little boxes of dry cereal I had prepared ahead of time as a sort of en-route breakfast.

I wouldn't do it again, I don't think, and I am desperately looking forward to my real bed tonight.  But my one night in a treehouse was worth it: A fun and affordable mini-adventure for all!!
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For those who thought there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow... it's actually twins!
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Finally... PEI!

8/8/2016

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You know you need to work on work-life balance when your personal blog that's supposed to be a fun, regular hobby has sat idle over over a week, and your IN box is overflowing with more than 600 emails -- ugh!!  Ahhh, but summer, and PEI.  Time.... time to relax, time to catch up, time to daydream...
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From the first glimpses of the red, green and golden beauty from the sky, I could feel my muscles relax and my blood pressure lowering!

This beneficial effect was quickly enhanced by land therapy via open fields, children playing, our beautiful old lighthouse and the stunning colours of yet another unique sunset, all of which I availed myself as soon as possible after landing.
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Indeed, whether it's watching my not-so-little-anymore kids running in the open field behind our house, and commenting on how tall the trees are growing ("Mom, I remember when they were this small!", remarked Simon, amazed), or catching a glimpse of no fewer than 4 red foxes on the way to the drive-in theatre, or enjoying an instagram-worthy brunch at a neighbour's house, spending time on PEI is time well spent.
And then there are the adventures, like spending a night in a tree house in Crapaud, or "biking" through the washed-out road down by the Harbour to the farmers' market in Morell...
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The serendipitous connections that the island seems to foster are also fun: Two weeks ago I spent a few days in Fonthill, Ontario, facilitating an assessment workshop for teachers there.  This week the B and B owners I stayed with flew into Cable Head and delivered my nightshirt, which I had accidentally left behind -- turns out they are both pilots, and, stumbling across the website I designed for the airpark owner a few years back, decided to fly down and check the place out!!
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We enjoyed a (veggie for me) burger together at the BBQ on site later that afternoon, and joked about the excellent service provided by the BnB pyjama deliverers!

My "Office" in Town

But it's not ALL play and no work; one of my favourite weeks on PEI is the week the boys go to Art Camp at the Confederation Centre in downtown Charlottetown. (TB to 2013 here!)

In addition to being super fun for Alex and Simon, the week also affords me the opportunity to spend several undisturbed hours at Beanz, a pretty great little coffee shop (with the most amazing and delectable assortment of homemade squares!!!) a hop, skip and a jump from the Arts Ctr. 

And hey, speaking of Beanz, check out the swank new outdoor seating in the pics below -- Beanz patio got a facelift! 
Installed in my mobile office along with a tasty double fudge cream, choco-- oops, er, I mean, a nice, healthy salad, I spend my precious wifi-accessible hours doing some professional reading, taking online courses (Jo Boaler, here we finally come!!), or catching up with emails. (The backlog and overflow has gotten so rediculous that I recieved a notification from my provider the other day that they were going to stop sending new mails if I didn't get things under control soon!!!)

Inclusive PEI
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​When not slaving away at my laptop, I stroll the streets of Charlottetown, enjoying this year a new sense of inclusion in the capital city of this once fairly homophobic province while running my errands or just sauntering around this picturesque Birthplace of Confederation.
Now it seems "we love you LGBTQ folks" rainbows are everywhere.  Amazing what an openly gay leader can do for  place's climate of inclusivity!

At 3:56 p.m., I pack it up and hustle off to pick up my babies, and then it's off to the beach, or the lighthouse, or tonight, a treehouse on the Island's south shore!!

The days pass quickly while drifting slowly along -- I feel very blessed to have this place to come to at regular intervals throughout the year.
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