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I have written a lot of articles for publication in newspapers and magazines. If I publish in the New York Times or the Washington Post or the New York Daily News, my writing will reach hundreds of thousands of readers. Of course, many of their readers will pass right over your article, will not read it. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting my articles published. The blog reaches thousands of readers every day, not hundreds of thousands, and I’m content to know that every one of my readers cares about the subject.

Tomorrow, as the saying goes, the newspaper will be wrapping fish, but the blog will be saved, printed out, tweeted, posted on Facebook, or sent to friends and legislators.

But there is something about blogging that is even more rewarding than being printed in the newspaper. For one thing, I can write whatever I want whenever I want. That’s self-publishing. It is a sort of vanity project, to be sure, but it has its benefits. No one edits me. At some publications, the editors are very heavy-handed. No matter what I turn in, they always think they can write it better. It’s too long. Cut 200-300 words. The ending should be the beginning, and the beginning should be the ending. You can’t say this, there’s no room for that. Sorry, as we went to press, we have to cut another 100 words.

And there is always the chance that the editor(s) will decide he doesn’t want to publish you at all. So you either have wasted your time or you have to go knock on some other publication’s doors to find an outlet. I hate to think of all the unpublished articles I have written. As everyone who writes about education knows, there are very few outlets that will publish you. So one tends to accept whatever editors say or demand as the cost of being published.

The ultimate joy of blogging, then, is freedom to write, freedom to speak, freedom to express one’s views without editing.

And there is one other joy: The ability to interact with readers. When an op-ed appears in the newspaper, there may be a few letters printed. The writer never sees all of them and never gets to respond to those whose letters were published. On my blog, I read every comment, and I respond when a response seems warranted. This interactivity is priceless. I feel that the blog has put me in touch with a large community of friends, and they support me as I support them through these difficult times.

The danger of blogging is that I am having too much fun. There are longer articles that require focus and concentration, and I am blogging instead of doing the more challenging work.

And this fall, when I start my travels and lectures, I will have less time to keep up the frenetic pace of 2-3-4-5-6-7-8 blogs a day. I will have to cut back to one a day.

Yet every time I read an article about education, I want to react. Now I can.

This is my sounding board. Thank you for listening and reading.

Diane

Dear Friends,

One of the readers of this blog told me that I should space the entries. Typically, my cat wakes me at 5 am and I start writing and posting, sometimes four or five blogs. The reader said that his tendency was to read the last one first, missing some of the earlier ones. He suggested that I time them to appear every hour or two hours.

So today I am initiating that experiment. I am learning as I go. I just learned how to time the publication of blogs.

As some of you may have noticed, it took a while for me to figure out how to embed links to articles. Eventually I learned that too.

Please let me know whether you like the idea of spacing the blogs or prefer that I send them out, as I have been doing, in the early morning.

Diane

This is my blog, and there’s no rule that says I’m only allowed to write about education. Right now, I want to write about the animals I lost in the past three years. It’s been really hard because I miss them. I miss them every day.

Molly, a Tibetan terrier, died in 2010 at the age of 13. Molly had lymphoma for three long, hard years. What a wonderful, funny dog she was. She was a clown, and her last few years were so hard. Traditional western medicine didn’t work for her. The traditional vets said “put her down.” She survived on Chinese herbs after we found a vet whose specialty that was.

Lady, a cocker spaniel, died in 2011, at the age of 14. She had diabetes for three years. We got her in 2001 as a rescue dog. We wanted Molly to have a companion. Molly was depressed for six months after Lady arrived, but then they became fast friends. What a great dog she was. Lady never learned how to play when she was a puppy. Her strong point was loyalty. She made you love her. There was no escaping her fierce love.

Schatzie, the cat, arrived in 2006. She adored the dogs. She cuddled up next to them on their dog beds. They ignored her. She didn’t care. She loved them unconditionally. They seemed indifferent to her. Schatzie was a great girl. She was regal, as cats tend to be. She went into hiding when it was time to take a car trip. She was a great lady. She was seriously sad when the dogs died, so we brought in Dandy (aka, Dandelion), thinking that he would perk her up.

Bad idea. Didn’t work. Schatzie didn’t like Dandy, didn’t understand why we needed another cat. Dandy was an alpha male, and he was not intimidated by the 6-year-old Schatzie. He became increasingly aggressive with her.

She seemed so withdrawn. She stopped eating. We took her to the vet, who had no diagnosis. Then another vet, no diagnosis. Then to the Animal Medical Center, a major hospital.

Bad news: Schatzie was diagnosed with FIP: feline infectious peritonitis. The doctor said simply “She has a disease that is fatal and incurable.” Schatzie died a month ago at the age of six.

This is so hard.

Dandy lifts our spirits. He’s so funny, so spirited. Such a kitten.

But at night I think of the girls who were such an important part of my daily life for a decade. And I miss them.

Diane

I enjoy give and take with people who disagree. I have always believed in freedom to speak, freedom to disagree, freedom to teach and freedom to learn.

I block three kinds of things on Twitter:

1) porn

2) ads

3) insults

I believe it is possible to have a discussion without insulting the other person. I don’t do it (I try not to, anyway), and I won’t stand for others insulting me. Well, I can’t stop them but I don’t have to listen to insults. That wastes too much of whatever time I have left on this earth.

The other thing you should know is that I have reached this very wonderful time in my life where I am of an age (nearly 74) where I feel free to express my views without worrying if everyone will approve. I don’t want a job, I can’t be fired, I don’t want a grant.

I have spent forty years studying and writing about education. I know a lot of things because I lived through them. I want to share what I know. If I am wrong, I’m sure that people will correct me and I’ll correct myself.

So please feel free to tell me that I’m wrong, if you think so. But be civil. As I try to be.

Diane

Teachers in the New York City public schools are posting tweets saying that they cannot access this blog on their school computers. One posted a screen shot saying that the school’s filter denies access to this site.

I wonder why?

If anyone is in a New York City public school, pleases let me know whether you can read this blog or any others that I have posted at this location.

There is only one way to find out whether I have actually been blocked, and that’s if people in various schools try to get through.

I have not had the best of relations with the NYC DOE, but this seems way too petty.

Please don’t do anything  you are not supposed to do, like using school time to read blogs. But if you do have a free period, where your life is your own, check this rumor out and let me know if it is true.

Diane