Profile Response: Teresa Winslow, DuPont Learning Center, DuPont, WA

 

HWWLT Logo on yellow“We want Utopia on earth, and we start by shaping that here.” Teresa Winslow has worked in child care for 37 years, from teenage aid to center director. She is keenly aware of the challenges of providing high quality pre-school care to all children, but she continues to work, patiently and positively, toward her vision of giving every child the best start in life.

The DuPont Learning Center is a privately owned center whose 28 staff members care for 153 children, aged four weeks to twelve years. The great majority of the children are pre-school age; the State of Washington only requires ongoing adult supervision until age five. The center is open thirteen hours a day, five days a week. Since it’s located next to Joint Base Lewis-McChord, the teachers are experienced in working with transient children. The DuPont Learning Center is licensed by the state, but also accredited through the National Association for Education of Young Children, a designation only the top 10% of child care centers carry.

IMG_3750Operating a childcare center requires a range of educational, bureaucratic, and business skills. Teresa and her staff have curriculum objectives for every age that address overriding issues of safety and basic needs as well as bonding, communication, and aligning words with action and has to meet specific regulations. The business aspects are truly challenging. “We are a for-profit center, with no subsidies like Head Start. The state offers financial assistance to college students studying early childhood education; that helps with our teacher’s college debt, but this is still a low-wage profession. In childcare, everyone above you makes more money than you.”

Teresa would like to see a greater role for government in early child education. “The government mandates all sorts of requirements for ages 5 to 18, but we know most learning occurs in ages 0 to 5.” However, she adds the caveat, “When I say I want the government to help, I want them to do it in a way that makes a real difference, not just dictate the way they want to do it.”

imagesI asked Teresa what changes she foresees in early child education. “We will be in this format for a long time. I don’t see the extended family taking on more childcare. I’d like to see more regulation and assistance so all children can have the same opportunities.”

What has kept Teresa in this profession for so long? “I get paid in hugs.”

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_3748“When it comes to the children and our hopes for the future I look at how much child care has changed in the past ten years. The children are more informed than before. We can focus on their problem solving and cooperation abilities at a much higher level. There has been so much research in the past twenty years to understand children’s executive processing capabilities. Their initial response to conflict is a tantrum. The next order response is to fight. But we have gotten so much better at guiding them to positions of discuss and negotiate. Our initial objective is to curb hitting and biting and eventually limit violence and bullying.

“To give a concrete example, we don’t tell the children to share; that word is too abstract and adults don’t do it. We say, ‘when you are finished, let so-and-so know so that she can use it.’ An interchange like that shows them respect and builds communication. We want them to feel valued.

“In utopia, everyone is valued.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 165 – Berkeley, CA to Santa Clara, CA

 Screen Shot 2015-10-18 at 11.02.39 AMOctober 17, 2015 – Clouds, 65 degrees

Miles Today: 73

Miles to Date: 8,593

States to Date: 25

I took off today without knowing where I was going – on purpose. I didn’t try to figure my route in advance, Instead, I decided to follow the San Francisco Bay Trail signs and see how well they directed me. The result included both high points and missteps.

IMG_4732The Berkeley Bike Bridge over I-80 took me to a nice stretch of path along the water, and led directly to the Port of Oakland. It might not be good riding during the week, but on a Saturday morning I was the only vehicle in this immense world of cranes and containers.

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I lost my way in Fruitvale and wound up back in Alameda; a lovely place but not on the way to anywhere. Finally, I righted myself and discovered the path through San Leandro. Much of the East Bay was salt flats which are being reclaimed as wetland. The bike path follows the barrier strip that separates the bay from the marsh. I met a group of birders who let me view birds loitering on old pier supports through powerful scopes.

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IMG_4740I stayed on the route even when the path turned to gravel because it is so beautiful, but I was surprised how few people use it. I went for miles without seeing a soul. I did see one Mexican family building structures from driftwood and playing some invented game of cricket on the beach. The father said, “They wanted to go to Chucky Cheese, but I had a better idea.” They did appear to be having fun, and he saved fifty bucks.

Google maps routed me over the Route 84 bridge to Palo Alto, but bikes are not allowed on that toll bridge, so I stayed on the east side. After thirty miles of incredible riding I was dumped into suburbia through Hayward, Union City Fremont, and Newark. The area is simultaneously built up and empty. There were so few people about on a nice Saturday afternoon. I observed a few crowds at organized soccer games, and boot camp groups running around the many, many fitness centers; but miles of sidewalks lay vacant. Finally I saw students milling about outside Northwestern Polytechnic Institute. All Asian. In fact, ninety percent of the people I saw south of Oakland were Asian, both Indian and Chinese. Silicon Valley is an Eastern Brain Empire. The car dealers along the Auto Mile even advertise in multiple languages.

IMG_4746A series of bike paths led me around the southern tip of the bay. Again, trails on the crest of river levees. I missed a turn and wound up at the San Jose airport, but was able to find an alternate route that landed me at my host’s place in Santa Clara before dark set in. Nat and I enjoyed chili and salad and talk of semi-conductors and bicycles.

 

 

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Responses: How will we live tomorrow?

HWWLT Logo on yellowHow will we live tomorrow?

“I feel optimistic. Perhaps I’m a bit of a dreamer, but I’m happy now and will be happy tomorrow. “

Melissa Cistaro, author of Pieces of my Mother, San Francisco, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I want to get back to the land. Find some property outside of town and get off the grid. “

Mark, coffee drinker, Sebastopol, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m an innocent kid or crazy. I’ve outlived what they said would happen. I’m 65 and 50 years with type I diabetes. I’m already living on borrowed time. The planet is going to shrug and say ‘enough of this’ that we are doing to it. “

Jim Sandberg, master hypnotist, Cupertino, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I think we re going to have to work together. It’s all about balance. The need industry, that’s not going to go away but we need the birds too. “

Jeff Henderson, bird watcher, San Francisco Bay Trail, Hayward, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Where the muse leads”

Mike VanDordrecht, retired calculus teacher, singer for Take Jack, Sebastopol, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“In the future, we will be reading by the light of a glowing plant.
www.glowingplant.com. :)”

Andy Crews, cyclist, Santa Clara, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Slowly watching my daughter unfurl.”

Onell, mother of six-month old, Sebastopol, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Simpler and with more quality.”

Juan Torres, architect for UCSF Facilities Group, Novato, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“That’s a million dollar question. We will live more augmented by technology? For better or worse we’ll have to use technology to address our problems.”

Chip Hammer, architect, Seattle, WA

How will we live tomorrow?

“The word that comes to mind is ‘happy’.”

Jerry Kermode, woodworker, Sebastopol, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I will be on my bike.”

Abby, TrekkinLady, Tomales, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I hope I will live tomorrow, with the assistance of an electric bike.”

Sally, bakery clerk, Freestone, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“We have to get rid of our ego as the world gets more crowded. A rancher in Texas can have a huge ego and spread it over his land. But in cities, we have to accommodate each other”

Aaron Yaris, Surly cyclist, Santa Rosa, CA

How will we live tomorrow?

“We will live tomorrow by receiving today.”

Paul, McDonald’s patron, Sebastopol, CA

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Trip Log – Day 164 – San Francisco, CA to Berkeley, CA

SF to Pleasant HillOctober 16, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 29

Miles to Date: 8,520

States to Date: 25

 

My final day of pin balling around the Bay Area and talking more than pedaling. Still, I managed to cover a fair amount of ground.

IMG_4709I climbed out of The Richmond District to the high end of Market Street to visit the LGBT Center. Then passed the opulent symphony, opera and City Hall as I descended Van Ness to the Fort Mason District to visit Stewart Brand’s Long Now Foundation.

 

 

IMG_4711Their view of the future – 10,000 years – is really out there. I skirted the waterfront back to Embarcadero and took the BART one last time across the bay and cycled out to Alameda, a totally cool island town just beyond Oakland, where I met with Michael Sturtz, Director of Stanford’s Creative Ignition Lab. If you don’t know exactly what that means, don’t worry. I think Michael his freethinkers are still figuring it out.

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Finally, I sped back up to Berkeley to stay with Lea Grundy, Chris Reiner and their family. We went to see The Martian, the first movie I’ve seen in my travels and an appropriate one considering my question.

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Trip Log – Day 163 – Pleasant Hill, CA to San Francisco, CA

SF to Pleasant HillOctober 15, 2015 – Sun, 70 degrees

Miles Today: 18

Miles to Date: 8,491

States to Date: 25 

IMG_4704Every so often, even cross-country cyclists need to deal with Activates of Daily Living. I spent most of my time today housekeeping: updating my bicycle accessories in person and arranging for some rehab work back home remotely. Still, my chores didn’t stop me from meeting interesting folks. Melissa Cistaro, author of Pieces of my Mother, shared a table with me at a busy Whole Foods for lunch. I also had a fascinating interview with Peter Shalek at Joyable, a start-up that provides Cognitive Behavior Therapy online.

imagesAfter spending a few hours reviewing inspection reports for the work back in Cambridge, I blew pent up energy with a ride through Golden Gate Park to see the sun set over the ocean before settling in with my warmshowers hosts in The Richmond neighborhood of northwest San Francisco. Heidi and Martin’s 1916 craftsman gem is one of the most comfortable homes I’ve ever visited: a perfect blend of formal and informal spaces; simple but elegant details; and graceful proportion.

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Trip Log – Day 162 – Pleasant Hill, CA

SF to Pleasant HillOctober 14, 2015 – Sun, 80 degrees

Miles Today: 37

Miles to Date: 8,473

States to Date: 25

East Bay day! I rode from Pleasant Hill through the leafy suburbs of Lafayette and Orinda, over the pass of Wildcat canyon, and down through UC Berkeley. I enjoyed the classic streets of craftsmen bungalows in route to the much revived city of Oakland.

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I spent the day among ‘Townies’: visiting FEMA’s western headquarters; The Crucible, a crafts incubator that’s been instrumental in promoting the maker-movement; and Temple Tattoos.

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It was after four by the time I finished talking to folks about tomorrow, so I took the BART back to Ed and Daphne’s house in Pleasant Hills where we enjoyed shish-ke-bob with their son Daniel and several of their friends. They have an incredible view of Mount Diablo from the top of their street.

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Profile Response: The Addict who came to Dinner, Seattle, WA

HWWLT Logo on yellowHouses along Lake Washington in Northeast Seattle offer little to the street – a double garage door, a well-lit front door, perhaps a window or two. The homes’ solid public faces convey a message of affluence, security, and comfort. For every passerby knows that past these walled facades are broad expanses of exclusive views.

A narrow passage led from the street-side garage to a bright kitchen. The sun glistened on the water beyond. My host, Carol, introduced me to the five people she’d invited to discuss how will we live tomorrow. Her 23-year-old daughter Becca focused right in, “What’s the most common answer you get?” I explained that many folks respond, ‘One Day at a Time’, particularly people in AA. A flash of shared glances among the group betrayed that either I had just broken the ice, or stepped on glass. Carol’s son Jake came in before I could sort it out. His girlfriend Jasmine apologized for running late because she just came from a meeting. That’s when I realized that the first words out of my mouth, about AA, resonated in a household steeped in recovery. The stability I had perceived on this tony street was a facade; alcoholism disrupts people at all levels of real estate.

imgresWe were eight in all. Jake added up our years in the program: four for Carol, twenty-one for her sponsor Grace; seven for Becca, nine for Becca’s friend Sue, four for Jake and two for Jasmine. Grace’s son Philip was the only other guest who didn’t offer up the years since he’s been sober.

Dinner was wonderful, the conversation far ranging. Carol’s an attorney, Grace is a nanny, Becca just finished a Masters Degree in Psychology, Sue is an actuary. Every person at the table was thoughtful. Philip had a beer and offered me one. He didn’t say much, but when Carol prompted him with my question, he gave a telling response.

How will we live tomorrow?

“Differently than today. I do not like staying in one place for long.”

Immediately I knew that Philip’s story was different from the others. In all my travels, only one other person had described tomorrow in opposition to today; a jittery drug user I met in Spokane. Tomorrow may not be the same as today, but it grows out of today. Our tomorrow is related to today.

Philip mentioned that he had plans; he and Grace left first. Others drifted away. Carol and I cleared the table. She showed me to my room. Just before we said goodnight Carol said, “When I called to invite Grace, Philip answered the phone, so I invited him as well, but I was surprised he came. Philip’s a heroin addict. That he took a shower and got dressed up and came here for dinner is huge.”

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My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t understand how all these people, working so hard, and well, on their recovery, could have a heroin addict in their midst. Carol explained. “That’s why Grace and I go to Al-Anon every Monday night. To accept. I follow the slogan ‘Live and let live.’ That means I have to embrace my own life. It also means I have to accept that my children might not live. Alcoholism kills people. Drug addiction kills people. If they die, I will have to go on. Same with Philip. Grace and I face that together.

“The last time I saw Philip was after an Al-Anon meeting. He called his mother looking for a ride. He was a straggly mess, but we gave him a ride. What could we do? We can’t change him. He has to decide that for himself.”

I have met many people in AA in my travels, and respect every one of them. But I was particularly moved by a group in recovery who accepted someone in such a different place with so much grace.

I fell asleep wondering about the two men I’ve met who desire a tomorrow completely different from today: because today is unbearable; because they can’t find a proper place to root; because drugs disjoint our experience. Drugs fracture the continuity of existence. We take drugs to shoot us into altered realities, but they only deliver temporary, distorted perception.

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Note: the events of this profile are true. The names and location have been changed.

 

 

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Trip Log – Day 161 – San Francisco, CA to Pleasant Hill, CA

SF to Pleasant HillOctober 13, 2015 – Sun, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 10

Miles to Date: 8,436

States to Date: 25

Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City began as newspaper stories about San Francisco, a place rich in variety and vignette. In just a few short hours today I chronicled a few of my own tales from this fascinating place.

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I cycled down Haight Street, which may be faded but still has its place in counter-cultural lore.

IMG_4658I navigated The Wiggle, a bike route of lefts and rights that maintains a relatively flat grade in this city of monstrous hills.

 

 

 

 

IMG_4657I appreciated beautiful painted ladies …

IMG_4659and visited a few other ladies as well – at Good Vibrations, a female-positive local chain of sex shops.

 

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I learned that politics is a social activity in this city, and that gardens don’t need soil.

imgresI lunched at Salumeria in the emerging Mission District with Shannon Weber, an inspiring mother / social worker / artist whose loveyou2.org brings love and affirmation to people everywhere. She introduced me to kombucha, a locally fermented drink, though our barista told us that beet juice is the new rage.

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I couldn’t resist stopping at Volute, a tech start-ups at Otherlab where they work with their garage door open. Amy was happy to tell me all about their innovative CNG tank prototype configurations.

imagesBy mid afternoon I was overwhelmed by the energy of the city – and it was ninety degrees outside. Intellectually, I know that weather is not climate, but it has been unseasonably warm wherever I’ve been for three months now. This man cannot pedal his way out of global warming. So, since I had to take BART to get to the East Bay anyway, I opted to train all the way to Pleasant Hill, a distant suburb where I had a long overdue reunion with my good college friend Ed and his wife Daphne. Boston has its charms, but I would happily give up a few of them for a subway as clean and efficient as I enjoyed today.

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Profile Response: Karen Maeda Allman, Elliott Bay Book Company, Seattle, WA

 

HWWLT Logo on yellow“May 2 of this year was Indie Bookstore Day. There are 17 independent bookstores in the Seattle area. Thirty-seven people visited every one of them that day. One of the stores over on an island opened at 8:00 a.m. That’s where the true indie lovers began their route for the day.”

Seattle is serious about books. People in Seattle buy and read more books than in any major metropolitan area of the United States. And they support local bookstores. Like many cultural affinities, these factors feed upon each other. An engaged readership patronizes good bookstores, which in turn cultivates more engaged readers.

imagesKaren Maeda Allman is the community relations and event coordinator at Elliott Bay Book Company, one of Settle’s largest independent bookstores. Karen is a Japanese-American who moved to Seattle from Phoenix to get a PhD. in nursing but became disillusioned with healthcare and drawn to the bookstore business. Karen also sells books at the store. “Everyone does that, except for the bookkeeper.” About 25 people work at Elliott Bay. Some of the staff moved to Seattle to work in an independent bookstore. Karen works closely with other bookstores and the public library system. “Seattle began the one book, one city program. Anything that gets people to read is good for everybody.”

imgresElliott Bay Book Company began in 1973 in a gorgeous old space in Pioneer Square. Through the 2000’s traffic declined, and in 2010 owner Peter Aaron moved the store to Capitol Hill. It was a logical choice, since Capitol Hill is near several universities and it’s 32,000 residents have an alternative vibe. Still, Karen tries to keep the store relevant. “We are a destination, a place to go to meet and mingle. People have gotten married in the store. We create live experiences with authors, and we offer an important third place to be: after home and work.” Since so many people don’t have traditional workplaces anymore, Elliott Bay’s comfy couches and inviting cafe offer an alternative to working from home. “People want us around, and they know they have to buy something to make that continue.”

IMG_3698About 250 new books are published every day in the United States. I asked Karen how Elliott Bay decides what to carry. “We buy for our neighborhood; the chains buy for the nation. Of course we carry James Patterson; one in seven hardcovers sold in the United States are his books. But we carry very different titles as well. We continue to listen to our customers. There is no lack of good books. Indies can help launch new authors. Right now there are many female musician books coming out. These provide us the opportunity to do both performance and book events.”

imgres-1Karen has been in Seattle long enough to reflect on the changes occurring in the city. “People are getting priced out of the city, and that is not good. Transportation-wise we are not a leader. We were late in getting light rail. Life is good here if you walk or bike to work, but you have a brutal commute in a car. Seattle has a tendency to talk rather than do. The city has a focus on Arts and History; that is good. But will it continue? The city demographic is skewed by whom the high-tech companies hire. Will we become a Bro/Dude city?”

How will we live tomorrow?

imgres-2“I’m 57. What do I know? Opportunities to connect are really important. Connecting intergenerationally is important. My co-workers are from 21 to 65. We have a full range of age and proclivity.”

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Trip Log – Day 160 – Novato, CA to San Francisco, CA

Novato to SFOctober 12, 2015 – Sun, 75 degrees

Miles Today: 44

Miles to Date: 8,426

States to Date: 25

I’ve only been to San Francisco once, 37 years ago, before the city was so affluent and before I was gay. The alliterative repetition of the adjective ‘so’ cannot be used here because no one would say that I am ‘so gay’. Some say I am ‘barely gay’. I figure I’m gay enough for me. Perhaps a week in San Francisco will nudge that meter. We’ll see.

IMG_4624My cycling today was more of a saunter – I took my sweet time getting to the city and settling into my time here. Although I left before seven when my host went off to work, I stopped en route to visit downtown San Raphael and Frank Lloyd Wright’s Marin Country Civic Center. The bike path goes through a cool former railroad tunnel. Then I lost my way in construction and detoured through Larkspur, a bucolic morsel of wealth. I climbed Alte Camino to reach the bike path through Mill Valley and savored Sausalito. All those great house boats and houses on the hills.

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IMG_4633I was super excited to ride my bike over the Golden Gate Bridge, and apprehensive of the heights. Each expectation proved feeble. The bicycle and pedestrian traffic is huge; practically a parade. Ingoing bikes are to the far right of the trail, so I didn’t feel any height. Still, it’s an awesome bridge.

Once in the city, I loitered in The Presidio. I love the Palace of Fine Arts, the sole structure from the 1915 Pan-Pacific International Exhibit. It seems incredible that the event happened a century ago, and even more remarkable that the city orchestrated it less than a decade after the 1906 earthquake. Do we have any of the cultural chutzpah to pull anything like that off again, or is that sort of show relegated to totalitarian regimes? Regardless, all those columns and statues with no significance whatsoever enchanted me.

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I stayed close the water, traversing Fisherman’s Wharf and the Embarcadero to visit the Autodesk gallery at One Market Street. As an architect I used Revit, Autodesk’s signature software. The gallery highlights a wide range of remarkable digital mapping applications, from customized prosthetics to a Biome car made from organic material that exhausts oxygen, to simple infant warmer for developing countries that have neonatal intensive care capabilities. Very cool stuff for a high-tech tomorrow.

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Two interesting side bars. Everyone exercises here, and it is intense. Crossfit everyhwere, women boxing, pumped guys preparing for fitness competitions.

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Also, amazing how they build into these hills. So much excavation and concrete.

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Finally, I made my way up Market, through the Castro, and over to Golden Gate Park before heading to my host’s home for the evening. Tomorrow I begin interviews in earnest.

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