Intensity is something I am intimately familiar with, in so many different respects. In music, it’s something I struggle to get my students to do. It’s hard to explain but you know if it’s there or not. Music is all about …
I’m just going to cut to the chase. Heather Boorman’s new book, The Gifted Kids Workbook, is absolutely brilliant, it’s exactly what I needed a decade ago, and if you’re parenting or teaching a gifted kid (roughly between the ages of …
There are some posts here on Laughing at Chaos that are really hard for me to read. I start with a few words and suddenly I’m back reliving those moments. There was a lot of pain in some of those …
I believe giftedness is wiring, the way a person observes, interprets, and responds to the world around them. They barrel out of the womb wired however they are and that’s that. We’ll have gifted individuals at the end of days, …
This is the story of two young men. Age peers, but there the similarities diverged, much like the path in the woods. This is the story of Goofus and Gallant. Gallant was a fine young chap, admired by his peers …
Or before you get sick of them and throw them outside to fend for themselves because you hit your limit and you just want to live your own life now thankyouverymuch. But you won’t do that because the neighbors tend …
Twice-exceptional. Gifted plus…something…that masks or challenges the strengths. That something can be anything…a physical disability, sensory processing disorder, ADHD, Autism, anxiety and depression, mental illness…the list can go on and on, and usually does. When you have a twice-exceptional child, …
Mislabeled. Misdiagnosed. Misunderstood. Missed. Unidentified. Invisible. Hidden in plain sight. Twice-exceptional. I see you. I see you in the classroom, rarely living up to your “potential.” I see you wanting to succeed, but struggling against your own self. I …
I am in no way a runner. Not even a little. If you see me running, I recommend you give serious thought to joining me, as I am very likely running from something with fangs or a creature moaning braaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnsssss. …
It’s that time of year again. That time of year when I get just a wee bit crazy (erm…crazier), and it’s not because I’m still scanning the horizon for the Disaster of the Day. It’s the start of “this is …
