Someone asked me the other day why I don’t have comments enabled on the blog. After all, he said, a blog is a conversation.
True. And for years, I encouraged and responded to comments.
But a while ago, after having spent way too much time online in various social media, I discovered I needed a break. Time away from the conversations.
So, why do I write publicly? For me the blog is a record of sorts. When I go back through the years, I see posts from my days as an instructional technologist, trying to get folks to explore new ways of teaching:
And then the periods of teaching 8th and 9th grade English:
When my 8th graders dressed up to read Romeo and Juliet aloud:
As a community leader for a team of Aussie teachers in Powerful Learning Practice:
Sharing my thoughts with my kids in Virginia while I was with my dad in a hospital in Boston:
The December I began to question my involvement with social media…
Pushing myself into new writing territories with National Poetry Month:
Unfortunately, I’ve lost the posts from 2004 to 2007, which makes me so sad. I’ve no record of my early days online and then in Connecticut, working for finalsite (a CMS provider). [edited: I found a link to my old typepad blog!]
I write to learn, to think, to share, to reflect. I’ve been writing in one way or another nearly all my life. Like a miner seeking gold, I often struggle to find the words. Those nuggets are precious, but I find myself pushed forward by the possibilities.
Mostly, I want these posts, all the links, and all the connections to be in one place. Here. Easily searched and categorized. Just for me.
Something tells me I might be ready for some conversation, too.