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Surviving Summer
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Surviving Summer

May 30, 2015 by

I love them all the time. But I love them a little more when they are all gathered around our low white coffee table, each working on their own summer homework. And by summer homework, I just mean some printed pages of math, maybe a journal entry.  Isaac “works” on writing his name. Susanna scribbles on anything she can find, including the coffee table,...

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The Wasp
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The Wasp

May 27, 2015 by

Who knows how long the wasp rode on the back of the white car in front of us as we zipped along the road singing along to Katie Perry’s Dark Horse, Benjamin and I, belting out the lyrics with abandon, neither of us knowing the meaning. The wasp hopped on right around Hwy CC and maybe he was hitching a ride to Braum’s, or perhaps...

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Dazed and Confused
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Isaac: I pooped! I pooped! From the bathroom. I pooped… Does anybody even hear me? I pooped! Tim: Yes, we hear you. Clean yourself up. Isaac: Ok, Captain Crunch! Me: Captain Crunch? From a sibling: He did poop! Two big long snakes. Me: Uh, thanks for that. Isaac, come here so I can make sure you cleaned up. Examination. Sigh I can tell you...

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Blue Ribbon
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Blue Ribbon

May 15, 2015 by

Abby wrote this poem during indoor recess. Not an assignment, no guidelines. Her teacher happened upon it and entered it in a contest, where it won first prize for free verse poetry. Yesterday, her teacher told me she takes no credit in teaching Abby to write like this; the gift is there inside the girl. Yes, me too.  Tim and I were babies having...

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The Power of Poetry
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I love poetry. It’s art. It doesn’t pay the bills, it doesn’t serve any practical purpose, but it feeds our souls. And because it’s language distilled down to the most potent parts, it’s quick, piercing nourishment. I think it’s the protein bars of the English language. It’s also very vulnerable. To share a poem is like standing before people in your underwear. You can’t...

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Say Yes to the Mess
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The kids decided to get creative in the kitchen tonight.  Ben chattered on excitedly about becoming world famous for his invention of “cutie juice” which involved the careful squeezing of each slice of cutie into a funnel-and-cup and then careful transfer of precious milliliters into four paper cups placed in the fridge for proper cooling. Abby decided to bake a cake and I did...

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For the Birds
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For the Birds

May 11, 2015 by

Mommy! There’s ants in my backpack! Hey mom, did you know that dragonflies lived before dinosaurs and their wingspan was as big as our arms stretched out like this? They got on my library book! Mom! Their wings were this long, see, like this? I’ve got to clean my book! Mrs. Polk doesn’t like it if we don’t return our library books damaged.  Go!...

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Warning: Plot Twist Ahead
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It rained Buckets of little silver pellets The same day My son clogged the toilet. I think the rain Was trying to warn me, just like In the movies– Rain before the plot-twist. But it would have been nicer If the rain said, “Don’t invite your friends over, dear, Because you won’t be able to find The plunger in time.”...

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The Writing on the Wall
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  Six year old Ben lifted up his eyes to the wall by our breakfast table and read words that have been there for months. But he looked with new I’ve conquered kindergarten eyes. Causes me to wonder what is behind me, beside me that I’ve never seen before because I haven’t yet learned the skill of recognition, to see the writing on the wall....

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