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Thursday, March 10, 2011. Revising Blog Posts Part 3. Mrs Pintarelli charted the transition words as Calkins suggests. Pintarelli modeled the strategy with a post she wrote about homework. Revising Blog Posts Part 2. Wednesday, March 2, 2011. This blogging unit has been a powerful example of using technology as a medium. After the mini lesson she decided.
Thursday, July 26, 2012. Not that I would expect otherwise from a collaboration between Sarah Weeks and Betsy Lewin. Who has been awarded both Ca.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009. Friday, April 17, 2009. Poetry Friday - Sara Teasdale, again. Another little bit of serendipity came my way this week in the area of music meets poetry. SATB, piano, flute; published by Santa Barbara Music Publishing, Inc.
I mean, Wheaties has a tagline. I wanted one, too.
On 12, Feb 2018 In Review. Lynda Jones Mubarak, illustrated by Eminence System. To see for black children. This would be a g.
Monday, June 13, 2011. You Know When the Men Are Gone. As soon as I finished this collection of short stories by Siobhan Fallon. Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived? I lea.
Thursday, April 18, 2013. As I child, I understood the poetic magic of origami even before I knew the name of the art. She could swiftly make an origami bow tie appear out of a paper scrap.
Choosing and Using Books for Children. INDI 2440, Fall 2011, St. Illustrator First Name Last Name. Sunday, December 18, 2011. There is a Wolf at the Door.
If you want to know more about how to share contemporary poetry with children, you have come to the right place. This site features what Caroline Feller Bauer calls Poetry Breaks. These are opportunities to share poems with children through simple performances that invite participation. Try some of these Poetry Breaks with children you know. Module 1 Creating a poetry environment. Module 2 Learning about major poets. Module 3 Poetry performance strategies.
Friday, April 24, 2009.
Sunday, 30 September 2012. Sister Maude, by Christina Rosetti. Who told my mother of my shame,. Who told my father of my dear? Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude,. Who lurked to spy and peer. Cold he lies, as cold as stone,. The comeliest corpse in all the world. You might have spared his soul, sister,.