Packing Up For The Last Time. I dig slowly through the book bins, checking for beloved texts. Sometimes flipping through, sometimes putting them in my box, most times returning them to the bin. As the books tilt forward I see a sea of my name scrawled on the top of so many of them. The boxes I pack are few. What good will these items be in a basement? I hope you had the time of your life. Gigi was playing with her baby.

While I am looking forward to not having to post tomorrow, I am committing to sharing my writing at least once a week. Finally, I plan to take the challenge again next year. I look forward to reading your work and your comments next March. My wife and I are having the talk with our kids. So, where do we start? .

She knew he was leaving. She mentally prepared her mind for it, as well as she could with the short notice of it all. She told herself it was only 12 weeks. They will have a lifetime together after. In 38 short days, he will be coming home briefly for their wedding. With him leaving though, it was. That was one thing she was bad at. She had just gotten used to all of the new change in her life. Now life was being altered again. Why are we laying on the kitchen floor? A few.

Saturday morning I got up bright and early. Jetted out about 7, braving the brisk March winds to check in as a volunteer for a local charity run. Bundled and layered, I pulled away from my house and began rollin down the street. What was said from couch to Bed.

Not the first or the last time you will visit. Please go away and visit someone else. One thing about having a list is the sense of accomplishment as each item is checked off. As soon as I hit.

Memories are something I treasure, and I want to capture them in writing here so I can keep them forever. Whether in the past or present, these are important to my heart. Its the last day of the challenge. I wanted to find some profound topic to write on. I wish her nose would be clear.

Making Literacy the Star in K-5 Classrooms. Jaana on Lessons from Slicing. I feel like I have learned so much through this experience. I have learned about myself as a person, a wife, a mother, a literacy coach, and a writer. Finishing his baby book, I can blog about his many firsts. I might even more than like it.

A Literacy Coach Learns to Write. Yesterday, a friend posted an article from. They have wrapped this work in.

Successful use of the bullet journal. January 2nd? Yet another successful entry. January 3rd? School started and the streak ended.