Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Inside-Outside--Discovering New Ideas

Tuesday Slice of Life, August 2, 2011



Collecting words and phrases that help writers imagine stories and pictures from their lives can be another way to help writers discover ideas and start writing.  When I give this lesson, I actually just begin with a few phrases, and then let the chart fill with ideas from the group.  At the same time, I’ve suggested to students that they find a place toward the end of their notebooks for lists and seed ideas.  We add to it every now and then just as a way for me to show students the breadth of what can go into their notebooks.   Here are some starters used in the past:  first-lasts, inside out, upside down, left out, after dinner, found, lost, it’s the name of the game, night-day, expectations, out the window. . .   Please add your own. 

            After our brainstorming session, it’s time to write, and as I’ve said before, the ideas are still personal choice.  I just ask that they record these ideas as described above in case they need a new idea sometime.

Here is my choice for today:  a poem from the words, Inside-Outside

Inside, at 60 beats a minute,
my heart is resting,
accumulating layers
of life on the outside.
These layers, like tree rings,
remain hidden inside,
and show only a peek to the outside
of the sometimes sweet
and occasionally bitter
when we add a pinch of salt
and then a lot of sugar.
Inside, my heart is racing
but you might not know
until I tell you, on the outside.

            I’d like to add that I’m not really satisfied with this poem.  I feel it needs something that I can’t yet figure out.  I’ve worked on it for quite a while, and messed with different lines, frustrated that it just won’t go right!  As I worked in the classroom with students, I would have shown them my process, all the cross-outs and changes, demonstrating that sometimes things don’t always go so well, and that’s what happens with writers.  As the French poet Paul Valery said, “A poem is never finished, only abandoned.”

Monday, August 1, 2011

A Gift of A Glass of Water

Monday, August 1, 2011


If you’ve read my blog recently, you would know that I recently became a grandmother again, to a quite small granddaughter named Imogene.  We are happy to have this new person in our lives, and look forward to knowing her as we know her older sister, and older cousin.  Because of this new arrival, I’ve had the pleasure, with a few challenges, of caring for Imogene’s older sister who is a few months over two.  We’ve had as good a time as ever one can when life is rather disrupted and we didn’t really plan for this because we thought there was about two more weeks left, and of course, two year olds don’t plan ahead at all!  Really, it has been a pleasure to have more time with this lovely young lady.  Her name is Ingrid and she has spent one night with us often, but not three or more!  And, certainly she’s never been asked to visit her parents and this new small and uninteresting thing, and then say goodbye to them each day.  We’ve asked her to comprehend a new idea, while continuing her usual good behavior, and then to go live for a while with people she loves and is comfortable with, yet we know she misses her home and her parents (although she’s too young to realize it).  We’re asking a lot!
As I have cared for Ingrid and watched her behavior these few days, I have wondered if there is something to connect to our students in this.  Throughout the year, we ask similar things of all the students.  We want them to act civilly, no matter what, to work with new people-adults and classmates, to meet challenges without falling apart, and even to eat differently than usual.   With a two year old, it’s not so easy to know what she’s really thinking, but I’ve found that a hug and maybe even a glass of juice helps divert attention from something that seems frustrating.  In the classroom, one of the things I often do is to suggest that a student who appears to need some kind of break should go get a drink, take a walk down the hall and back, and sometimes I even get a big glass of ice water for the student, a small token that shows I care.   Drinking the water gives the student time to relax and to contemplate what is really going on.  Often, he or she is then able to confide more, and I am able to offer some advice.  With a two year old, diversion is the key, and a hug along with that diversion gets us going again.  With any other age, words can be the ending help, but not before the break in the behavior.  A gift of a glass of water helped me often. 

Friday, July 29, 2011

A Very Big Day!

Friday, July 29, 2011

No time for much writing;  my granddaughter Ingrid is with us, and we received the call earlier from her Papa that she has a new baby sister, Imogene.  At 5 pounds, 11 ounces & 18 inches, she must look like her mother, tall & slim.  We're happy all is well, in fact, we're ecstatic!  It's a lovely day when a baby arrives in this world.  We'll take Ingrid in to see her new baby sister this evening.  It will be interesting to see what she thinks.

Time to make some phone calls!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Baby's Coming!

Thursday, July 28, 2011


      Our third grandchild will be arriving soon.  I couldn't help but write about it.

The Baby’s Coming!

It almost is the day that
the baby’s coming!
I need to change the appointment,
because the baby’s coming!
I haven’t done the laundry either;
the baby’s coming!
Forget the dusting and the scrubbing;
the baby’s coming!
I’ll have to cook that chicken, but
the baby’s coming!
Maybe I’ll get up early to exercise;
did I tell you the baby’s coming?
I’d like to sit and rest to get ready for
the baby’s coming!
I want to tell my daughter that I’m thrilled
her baby’s coming!
And give my son-in-law a hug;
his baby’s coming.
We’ll play with older sister because
the baby’s coming!
It’s just the most wonderful thing that
the baby’s coming!
I’ll tell you more about it after I see
this baby coming!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Early Morning Gift

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

sunrise - July 26, 2011


I’ve spent a lot of time this summer taking photos of sunsets, here at home & with my grandson at the beach.  Whenever we’re going somewhere and it’s time for the sun to set, I take the camera. In the Rockies with the mountains to the west, the sunsets are indeed amazing. 
Yesterday morning I was up almost before the robins’ chirps, carried my coffee to the patio, and sat to watch the sky, light just arriving.   We live by a park and the backyard faces east, and there’s always a clear view that way, of sunrises, moonrises, etc. 
There is nothing like the gift of being alone for a while, contemplating so many ideas that roam around in my mind, taking them out one by one to examine them as with a magnifying glass, satisfying myself that each idea will be explored in its time, perhaps only a small chunk, until resolution.  As minutes rolled by, the sky grew lighter, a summer spread of clouds appeared in the east, flowing up above the horizon where the sun was to appear.  These clouds, like stretched cotton balls with a hint of lace at the edges, seemed only there to break the image of a clear sky. They were first gray with a hint of pink, and then the mixing colors turned the sky lavender.  The sun was on its way, I could tell.  Among the things on my mind, this moment carried me far back to people who greeted the sun with gratitude, appreciating that this precious thing had returned again. No longer do those in my culture celebrate the sun’s rising, but at this moment, I did send my own little message of thankfulness, for this beautiful sight at least, for the blessings of the day to come, the happy moments of my life and all that it encompasses.  The sky’s lavender faded, and the sun’s rays blew over the horizon, shooting up into the clouds, brightening now into gold.  The heat of the day began, and I turned into the house to start breakfast and call ‘good morning’ to my husband.