Sophia Marie Sears
In every lifetime, I've been a writer: a humble scribe learning her craft, a sorceress learning her words, a venturing philosopher. I'm a full-time tutor in the Bay Area, and I'm currently trying to publish a full length Cinderella novel!
My Dad, the Knight and Minstrel
If you were to believe the storybooks or the stork, there's only one true narrative of parenthood: Every kid wants two parents. One mom and one dad. Two dads or two moms. No child wants to believe they don't have what other children have, and kids are taught in tales that two parents are expected, normal, and that's the fairytale beginning one should hope for...
Greek Myths, Plot Diagrams, and Homosexuality
5 Students, 5 Greek Legends… During the past year, I've had five of my elementary Language Arts students complete their reading of The Twelve Labors of Hercules in our own tutoring unit where they analyzed the genre and learned about character traits, rising/falling plot arcs, and the writing process before they wrote their own creative “6 Labors” legend using a problem/solution structure! In every session, I am continuously blown away and inspired by the imagination my students possess. One student took our sessions to outer-space where her heroine had to defeat invading aliens, while another wrote the superhero story for the missing sister of Marvel's Flash! When one of my high school students read The Odyssey for his class, we were able to enter into more philosophical discussions of myths and Greek norms, which spurred my inspiration into researching homosexuality within Ancient Greece in contrast to our own American society…
Mary Poppins & the 1960’s, Boiled Cabbage & Odoratus
Two sessions, High School and Middle School… When we try to control creativity, there is a sad truth to realize— it never works. I am constantly reminding myself of this vital lesson with my students when I want to ‘steer’ the session. In the last two weeks of this school year, by letting go, I had two amazing and spontaneous discussions in my sessions with a sophomore and seventh grader…
The Ladybug Who Lost Her Spots
The sun soared high on a bright spring morning over Old Mrs. Arthemis’ garden. She was a kind old lady, with curly white hair and a sweet smile, who loved to plant and grow all kinds of flowers. Her garden was the prettiest garden in the entire neighborhood, and all the children loved to visit when everything was in bloom.
The Butterfly & The Crone
A shaft of moonlight fell through the open window upon the bare wooden floor before my feet. The room was bare of any furniture. The window, shutterless. A square, open section of floor surrounded by a rickety railing showed the second floor below the loft where I stood. No rugs or ornaments decorated the room. Nothing rich, of that sort. Only a single illuminating beam of silver.