Debra Solomon Baker

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A graduate of University of Michigan and Harvard Graduate School of Education, Debra Solomon Baker has been a middle school Language Arts educator for more than a decade.  She has presented at national education conferences, most recently on the integration of technology in the English classroom. Baker blogs about her experiences as a teacher and as a parent at http://msbaker.edublogs.org/.


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Making A Win Possible for All Whitman yearned to shout from the roof. His barbaric yawp. Me too. For right now I am sitting on the grass, my back resting against a fence, wanting...
After the Silence, We Need Strong Voices Scattered across the cinderblocks of our middle school walls are some new faces, photographs of kids who have been silenced.  Lee Simpson on...
For Tomorrow The opening scene of the 2004 film Yesterday shows a mother (named Yesterday) and her daughter Beauty, walking down a deserted South African road....
After the Screaming Stops Shrinking there on the stool in the science classroom, I just want to gather my ungraded quizzes and my dignity and flee to freedom. But, I don’...
Book Club Inspires a Rich Conversation My third-grade daughter has no idea what it’s like to have a brother with autism. Neither do I. So we are lounging on this Sunday afternoon in...
Knowing When to Advocate for a Student Today, I got a laptop. Not for me. For Aeesha. Let me flash back to about six weeks ago. A team meeting took place around a table in the science...
N-Word Or No N-Word? That is the Question By now, most people have heard about the new edition of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn being released next month. In it, the n-word has been...
What to Throw Away in 2011 For me, the main activity of the first few days of 2011 has been the big “P.”  Purge. Purge. Purge. Together, with my two children, we tossed...
Getting Educated About Homeless Students For 20 nights, Kate has collapsed onto a different air mattress in a new space, a strange place—none of them home. The 15-year-old, her parents and...
Tootin’ My Own Horn I really should be practicing Aura Lee right now—or Merrily We Roll Along. I will soon be marching on stage, balancing my sheet music on the stand,...
Am I My Brother’s Keeper? It is not easy for my students in suburban St. Louis to connect with the characters in John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. The novel is packed with...
Viewing History Through ‘The Rock and the River’ I am still thinking about Sam Childs. And I cannot wait to introduce him to my eighth-graders. Sam is the 13-year-old narrator of Kekla Magoon’s...
Looking Past the Disability to the Person I do not bark. I do not swing open my mouth and chomp my teeth six times while telling a story. The n-word does not dart suddenly from my mouth. And...
The First Day of School They blaze into Room 309 at 8:16, sporting new t-shirts and vintage ones, silver watches and Silly Bandz, first-day-of-school garb. I hand them a...
Lessons from Grandma About the Holocaust Last night, two children, Max and Sarah, vacationing at their grandparents’ home in Boca Raton, Florida, traveled far, far away from there. They...