Life moves fast, so slice onSOLC 2015, 31 of 31. I think what I love most about 31 days of slicing is that it captures and memorializes a month in my life, a month of my thinking and noticings, a month of captured conversations, questions and situations. Life moves fast, so slicing allows us to honor the moment and then hold on to it. So where is Spring? .

A Tale of Two Blogs. Posted by tjkfirst in Uncategorized. In August of 2010 I started my first blog. I had spent my entire summer stalking the Two Writing Teachers blog. I jumped into the blogging world with First Grade and Fence Posts. I was soon opened up to and living through a whole new world. And Cara Carroll at The First Grade Parade. Is my first love, my place to r.

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.

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.

We walked down M St. We sat down at the table . We thought it started to pour as water gushed over the back deck of the restaurant. We noticed water hitting the front windows of the restaurant like the force of ten fire hoses. We watched trees sway back and forth.

How does she go on? I truly hope and pray that .

Exploring the wonder of our world with words. The Sense of an Ending,. Max stepped into his private boat and waved go.

Musings of a Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Friend, Teacher, Learner and Writer. A Place for Me to Think and Share. A Visit to the ETHIC Museum. Emmett Till Historic Intrepid Center. The muffled rhythm of hammers. Drowned out periodically by the passing train. Echoed through the metal structure of the museum. On the same site that Emmett Till was murdered long ago. Today five volunteers from the Northeast toiled on in the blazing August sun,.

My brain is full of grades, deadlines and my income tax. Maybe after I finish one of the above I can think clearly enough to slice. I guess its the truth, I am getting older. Tuesday, just a day that everyone needs to get through. Its not a MONDAY, ugh! March 17, 2015. Books that touch the heart.

There is something about trekking and climbing mountains that I have always had trouble putting into words. It is hard to understand what there is to love about walking day in and day out, going up only to go down and going down only to go back up. Stopping to do the bare minimum to survive. What makes it worth the risk? Because there are plenty of risks. 8220;Pizza in the morning,.