Category: Slice of Life
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I don’t like poetry
I don’t like poetry. I don’t get poetry. I don’t like writing poetry. I don’t like teaching poetry. I like poetry about as much as my husband likes going to art museums. I clearly remember a couple art museum visits with Keith. I was so embarrassed when he loudly said, “oh look that lady has…
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No Distinction of Age
He sat with the second graders during the opening announcements. He sat with a fourth grader at the end of the day. He walked up and started a conversation with a sophomore one week. He sat in with the fourth and fifth grade class while he drew and chatted away with those at his table.…
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Last day of co-op
Today is the last day of our spring session of the homeschool co-op we are a part of during the school year. We always come to this final day with a little bit of sadness and a little bit of relief. It is the day of wearing pajamas as per co-op “rules.” It is the…
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Choosing to be thankful….
The last couple of days have been quite stressful at my house for many reasons. I finally felt calm and at peace after I vented to a couple close friends, asked some friends to pray for me, and then took the afternoon off with my boys. Funny how an afternoon of driving around for errands…
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Two Lollipops, Please
I usually ask for two lollipops, please. Today, I wanted to be a kid again. Today, I wanted to be responsibility-free. Today, I didn’t want to worry about what to feed my family for dinner. Today, I didn’t want to worry about whether my youngest was wearing his real underwear or his imaginary ones. Today,…
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Onions and Onion Rings
“We’d also like an order of onion rings,” my husband told the waitress. “But mommy, you don’t like onions,” my almost-eight-year-old turned and said to me. Instantly, I was taken back to having dinner with friends almost 12 years ago. — “What would you like?” asked the waitress. “A such-and-such sandwich. Please make sure there…
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It’s the Shoes
On Saturday, I walked confidently into the cycling class. On Tuesday, I had hesitated as I entered the room. — On Saturday, I walked directly to a cycling bike. On Tuesday, I had pondered which bike I would claim. — On Saturday, the instructor welcomed me to the class. On Tuesday, the instructor had asked…
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playing in the rain
My youngest son and I went to the gym first thing this morning. When we left the gym, it was raining. “Look at that puddle. Go jump in it.” Splash. Splash. Giggles. My youngest son and I ran to the store to pick up a few things. When we left, it was still raining. “Look…
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What to write about today?
What to write about today? I could finish the draft I started about the songs on my workout mix. That will take too much work. I’ll have to listen to the songs and highlight which lyrics inspire me to lift harder or walk faster. Although I can easily say that Legs by ZZ Top is…
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A Good Day of Homeschooling
A good day of homeschooling for us equals: a lot of progress made in our curriculum. missed phone calls. a lot of hours tracked for the day. a very messy house. a slow response on emails. a table full of papers, notes and pencils. a short slice. I’m attempting to take part in the “The…