Today the littles and I went to their class at the Go Fish Education Center and learned a lot about the weather. One of the things they made there was a "foldable" with four different categories--they wrote the pertinent information for each one on the inside. When discussing thunderstorms, the teacher shared about things we… Continue reading Gearing Up for the Storm
Tag: lessons growing up
The Question She Always Asked
Tonight I'm sitting with my Mama, as I remember her and struggle to fully grasp how long it has been since I heard her voice aloud. Three years. And tonight as I am struggling to let some things go and not put back together pieces from some other things, I can hear her asking the… Continue reading The Question She Always Asked
the days of my life
there have been days on this journey that were very well suited for an Afterschool Special, complete with lesson and resolution in thirty minutes or less with ALL the awkward moments other chapters of my story would have won awards as a Lifetime movie, with drama and suspense and betrayal and hurt and good versus… Continue reading the days of my life
The Grace of the Dead-End Path
Today I took the crew out for a walk right before lunch. In all honesty, it was because I had a smoothie for breakfast, and it made me very, very cold. But it didn't hurt that we could all use a break from the math and grammar and reading and all. It was a beautiful… Continue reading The Grace of the Dead-End Path
Time to Close a Tab
The first time I figured out how to open more than one tab on my computer I thought that was pretty much amazing. That I could jump back and forth between two things or two screens was mind-boggling. Keep in mind that in college I did my research from real books and periodicals, and we… Continue reading Time to Close a Tab
You Are More
Cooter has become fascinated with stories of things people got in trouble for when they were his age. He has had many conversations with his Daddy about his. Recently he asked Leroy if he got in trouble at school. Leroy told him he couldn't tell them what all he did when he was younger. I think… Continue reading You Are More
scatter seeds of kindness
spring breezes sunshine planting and tilling the soil and the thought washes over me like the rain pouring on the dark, rich soil all those years, each one of them, Daddy planted the seeds always dropping more than one in each space patiently, gently, with his weathered, worn hands in all those years he harvested… Continue reading scatter seeds of kindness
To Dust or Not to Dust
My number one chore growing up? Dusting. Ugh. We all took turns unloading the dishwasher. Somehow the bathroom was always clean or, well, mostly. I remember washing out the tub regularly, but it was never MY chore. We rotated vacuuming and things like that, but dusting? When you said dusting in our house, folks automatically… Continue reading To Dust or Not to Dust
Butterflies and Rain and Standing Outside the Dome
This morning school went so well that we had time for a swim. While we were there, a toddler climbed out and said, "Dere he is," pointing at a butterfly on the pavement. My stomach lurched. No no no no no, don't drip on him. I can remember when I learned two different bits of… Continue reading Butterflies and Rain and Standing Outside the Dome
Growing Up With Grease
Grease has been on my brain today. No, not the movie. Or the song. In cleaning things out from Blackberry Flats, the homeplace, I wound up with two bars of Lava soap still unopened. They were my Daddy's. When I asked Aub to help me by putting it away in my bathroom, she asked, "What… Continue reading Growing Up With Grease
I Might Need A Nap 