In first-grade, my teacher, Mrs. Beamer, asked me to read aloud. I confidently skipped across the pond of a story and pronounced mosquito as it looked: mo-skwi-to. The plot now eludes me. My mispronunciation does not.
I remember Evelyn Wood and her speed reading. It never made sense to me. There is so much information coming at us now, it's hard to pick what to read. A good post to help us slow down once again!
“ A chance to slow our reading, and our writing. That doesn’t mean work stops. Instead, work shops! Here’s a few chances for us to connect, as readers and writers:”. That is just beautiful.
I remember Evelyn Wood and her speed reading. It never made sense to me. There is so much information coming at us now, it's hard to pick what to read. A good post to help us slow down once again!
So funny that you took speed-reading! Hilarious! It almost sounded like a myth, but now I know one of the begrudging participants.
“ A chance to slow our reading, and our writing. That doesn’t mean work stops. Instead, work shops! Here’s a few chances for us to connect, as readers and writers:”. That is just beautiful.