03/16/22 – Maple Florence, My Love

Morning walks through wet grass toward the mulch piles and muddy trails probably wouldn’t happen if you weren’t in my life. Alert yet unaware, not sure which path to choose, which path will lead to scents and trails of new experiences. I blissfully yet blindly follow you. A Paragon of adolescence, always bounding and pouncing,Continue reading “03/16/22 – Maple Florence, My Love”

03/12/22- 1971 Coins

I never imagined finding coins from 1971 would consume so much of my father’s waking time. He has to find them. Maybe a dime, maybe a quarter, a nickel, a wheat penny. 1971 was the year Michael Strahan was born and my father wants so desperately to send these coins to him. I don’t askContinue reading “03/12/22- 1971 Coins”

03/09/22 – HBD, C

Two years ago today I drove a friend home from work we had carpooled because he wasn’t allowed to drive (after donating his kidney to his love) . We talked about FFA, 4H, students we shared, and Taylor Swift. We chatted about this weird disease and fancied rumors about our campus closing for the remainderContinue reading “03/09/22 – HBD, C”

03/08/22 – Ralphie is an artist

Yesterday I opened your backpack, the one with the T-rex from Jurassic World on it. The one that you weren’t sure you wanted, but deep down loved. Going through your take-home folder I found your book of “-it” words, a “melted snowman” and a fundraising form. A fundraiser that uses a student-selected art piece, toContinue reading “03/08/22 – Ralphie is an artist”

03/06/22 – a beautiful day needs beautfiul words

Today is a spring-fueled, ineffable-level of beautiful, the aurora waking us up to the dewy petrichor the grass supine, stretching, almost incandescent both the birds and daily walkers no longer in solitude, lacking the wintery clinomania eudaemonia in March Inspired from both the day’s splendor and this Grammarly post

03/03/22 – The day-to-day

that calendar there is a tangible tabulation of more than what’s written . inside jokes left ……….without furtive glances and ……….low, throaty chuckles and ……………………………………………………… that wink* . ingredients to a favorite meal waiting next to that cactus coffee cup with the chip on the handle . a sequence of digits. long out of service.Continue reading “03/03/22 – The day-to-day”

03/02/22 Adjusting

“I’ll make you a poem. I’ll paint you a picture. I’ll knit you something in shades of blue.” excerpt from “Imagine” by Rebecca Kai Dotlich We all had to make adjustments. I painted “quarantine cards” recorded “Once in a Blue Moon” with dad wrote regularly in my notebook mastered making choux pastry designed, ever soContinue reading “03/02/22 Adjusting”

What We Take & What is Taken (04/13/21)

Inspired by a #VerseLove entry by Andy Schoenborn who writes for one of my favorite teacher-writing blogs Ethical ELA. For more information on this particular approach to writing check out Andy’s entry here. like always, the red handled scissors are theredutifully attached to the barn’s worn beamI pull the lever on the double-ended snapreleasing themContinue reading “What We Take & What is Taken (04/13/21)”

New Books (04/06/21)

There is something to be saidabout slipping a knife’s tip throughthe sticky tape, hearing that crisp pop when the seal breaksfingertips grasping, feeling around for the seamlifting up on the box’s exteriorrevealing the coveted this month Life of Pi‘s blue and orange coverfaces me, the mysterious fa├žade of What Comes After peaking out from underneathwithContinue reading “New Books (04/06/21)”

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