Be joyful because it is humanly possible. Before going into labor for the first time, I think.

Becoming a writer by writing! Skip to primary content. I decide to drive my knock around town car. From an around town errand. To a more distant Starbucks. Because it was such a lovely day. And I was nostalgic for my childhood days of Sunday drives. I arrive at my Starbucks destination drive through and get a refreshing iced coffee. As I leave the line I heard clunk, clunk, clunky clunk. I left my cell phone at home. After a bit of a .

Last summer, I made the decision to disconnect. I logged off Facebook and Instagram for the summer and I did not check my email for ten long weeks. I read only the books I felt like reading and wrote only the things I felt like writing. The result was one of the happiest summers of my lifetime.

Lots and lots of meetings. For a new school year. Both are considering teaching, and both have had several teachers try to talk them out of the profession. Yes, I still choose this.

Connecting Our Literacy Lives Inside and Outside the Classroom. One of our favorite articles about reading is Every Child, Every Day. In it, they describe the six elements of reading instruction that students should have. Every child reads something he or she chooses. Specifically included as a cohesive part of the daily instructional plan.

This House is on Fire. I thought I had cracked the code. We had to find our seat based on the drinking glasses! 8220;Is it a man with a fedora walking with a turtle who also has a fedora on using a cane? 8221; she asked. How specific and interesting I thought. Next was my husband who correctly guessed that his picture involved a castle and guards wearing hats. 8220;A Star Wars space ship? I looked at it agai.

Last night, I started reading the book. Where was I in August of 2005? Brinton.

Get me outta here! Live, Love, Teach. Slices of life from my little corner of the world. It always manages to find me. Despite my very best efforts to keep it at bay. So I roll over to take a peek at him and bang! It manages to shine in right between the visor and the rearview mirror and pierce m.

They are 6 years old today! The twins are 6! I remember the day they walked into my classroom. 2 years old, one crying for Mom, the other dumping the bin full of dinosaurs with a determined smile I would get to know well. I had the pleasure of getting acquainted with both during ESY two years ago, and again last year. A negative sees a positive, and it must attack.

Musings about reading, writing, and life. Ending the silent blog streak. I talk, I moan, I cry, I whine,. But I have been silent on. Saddened because I really never thought. Two and a half years of finishing strong. I poured out my heart on this page,. This habit now resides deep,.