Thursday, March 30, 2017


Today is day 30 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.  This is my second year participating and I am in awe over the growth!


I had my post all written, ready to push the schedule button when my daughter screamed. 
What's wrong?  The weather channel is predicting 5 inches of snow Friday night.  What?  No way.  Yes!  I'll pick you up right from work so you can get your car from the garage and we'll go right home.  I mumbled: More snow? Yuk!  Another scream came from the livingroom.  What's wrong now?  Mom, the weather channel just upped the forecast. Now we are getting 8-12 inches Friday night into Saturday!  
That's it!  I'm fed up.  I promised myself no more posts about the weather but how can I not write about this seemingly endless winter?  
I've had it!  
Go home Old Man Winter! 
I want spring and flowers and green grass.  
I know April Fool's is Saturday but enough!  

ENOUGH - I say!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

A Letter to My Granddaughter on her 1st Birthday

Today is day 29 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers. This is my second year participating in the month long challenge. 

A letter to my granddaughter on the occasion of her first birthday

Dear Maddie,
I love you. 

I can't believe that one year ago today you came into our world and changed our lives forever.  Your warmth radiated into my soul as your tiny pink fingers wrapped around my finger and my heart.  In one short year you have shown us so much as you learn and grow into your own little being. You remind us that each day is new and fresh and full of learning and potential.

The first time I saw your daddy holding you in his arms I cried. I saw my baby holding his baby, my first grandchild. I also felt proud and knew right then and there that all was right and good.  I saw your dad instantly become a dad and I felt confident knowing he had the best role model possible.  My only regret is that you couldn't meet your Papa Dave. He would have hogged you and never let anyone else hold you because he was such a lover of babies.  I dream that he still holds you and watches over you day and night.  I know he is here to guide our way and remind us of all the things he knew were important in life: family, love, laughter and faith. 

Maddie, already we see you as extremely curious and determined. You are crawling everywhere now, and are enjoying the freedom of exploring every nook and cranny no matter where you go!  You love going on adventures near and far with your mom and dad.

You are a lover of dogs too!  Especially with Tucker when he wants to cover your sweet cheeks with kisses.  But then again, who wouldn't want to kiss your rosy cheeks!

You love to sing and to move. I love to watch your long legs wiggle in delight to the songs your mom and dad sing to you. Music is so important to our family and it makes me happy to see that you love music too. It is so much fun to watch you giggle in delight as we sing the Itsy-Bitsy Spider song with you and you try to mimic our every hand movements. And I can't help but feel joy when I sing you a lullaby and you snuggle in my arms to drift off to sleep.  I am filled with such love at these times.

Maddie, you are happiness and light and all that is good.  You brought joy into my life in a place that was joyless.  I love you! Happy Birthday!

Love, Bebe

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Phone Number Poetry - Please Come Spring

Today is day 28 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.  This is my second year participating in the month long challenge.

Phone Number Poetry: Please Come Spring!

I have enjoyed reading a variety of poetry slices posted this month during the March Slice of Life Challenge.  So far I have tried two new formats: the ABC poem, and the book spine poem.  Today I take on the challenge of writing a phone number poem. In 59 Reasons to Write;  Minilessons, Prompts, and Inspiration for TeachersKate Messner explains that in order to write this type of poem, first you need to think of a theme and then write your phone number down the side of the page (For privacy purposes, I deleted my numbers.  Note: There are some zeroes in my number).  Begin writing the poem, adding the same number of words as represented by that part of your telephone number. 0 is a wild card so you can write as many words on that line as you'd like.

I am in serious need of some spring, so I decided to write on my longing for the season of winter to be over with!

Please Come Spring!

Please come spring.  Please come!

Photo of daffodils taken exactly one year ago!  
Where are they?
I miss you.

The shoots are stuck underground, buried in snow.

Waiting to defrost...

Waiting, waiting.

I need you.

I crave your warmth and sunshine.

I dream of sweet green grass.

I yearn for forsythia blossoms.

Oh spring, please return!

Monday, March 27, 2017

KAHBAHBLOOOM - Ed Emberley on Display

Today is day 27 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.  This is my second year participating in this challenge!  What fun and growth!

KAHBAHBLOOOM - Ed Emberley on Display

What fun!
Ed Emberley was a familiar name to our children as they were growing up.  His books were always out on rainy Saturdays guiding our children to draw virtually anything. Our kids appreciated the simplistic step by step instructions that helped them become instant artists. The well worn books then made an appearance in my classroom and my students relished the times during indoor recess and writers workshop when they could feel accomplished at using simple shapes to generate a complete illustration for fun or for their stories.  So when I read there was an exhibit showcasing his work at the local art museum I knew I had to go.

The exhibit was delightful and full of joy.  The museum made every effort to allow children to touch and experience Ed's art. The "do not touch the drawings" signs were replaced with "please touch" plaques.  Murals replicating his work were painted across the walls and a giant Paul Bunyan's house, that echoed the illustration in one of his books, was constructed in the middle of the room.  Drawing paper was placed in a corner along with a collection of the Ed Emberley Drawing series.  Colorful tiles were placed in a light box for attendees to manipulate and play with light and color. The exhibit was all so very kid-friendly, welcoming, and uplifting. One couldn't help but smile as they walked out of the little room.  I know I was smiling, but I also left with a powerful message: Everyone can be an artist - thanks to Ed Emberley!  

Want to learn more?  Watch here 

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Lakefront Worries

Today is day 26 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers

Lakefront Worries

The swans gracefully swam by my lakefront window as I was cleaning on Saturday morning. I stopped my scrubbing to pause and admire their beauty on the grey cloudy day. There were only three swan today.  Knowing that swans mate for life and usually swim in pairs, I began to wonder.  Where was the fourth swan? What happened?  

My wondering turns to worry.  

It's not the first time I have worried about these swans.  A few weeks ago I woke up to find a swan sitting on the ice.  He appeared frozen to the spot.  The ice had turned rather slushy the day before but now with the temperatures hovering below freezing I wondered whether he was now frozen to the ice.  It was only 6am but I decided to text my early rising neighbor / sister-in-law.  

I had to leave for work but I continued in my worries over the frozen swan dilemma.  The one swan had not moved from that same spot.  I decided to text my daughter once I arrived at work to see if she could keep an eye on them through the day:

And finally, I get relief at 10:23 am:

Silly worries?  Yes, it is a silly worry, but it's odd how it brings me a much needed sense of peace.


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Collaborating on Book Spine Poems

Today is day 25 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.  This is my second year participating in the 31 day challenge.  Such growth!

Collaborating on Book Spine Poems

It has been fun to see slicers write a variety of poems during the March Slice of Life Challenge.  One variety of poetry that I have found intriguing is the book spine poetry.  I wanted to try writing this type of poem so yesterday I went into work early and pulled a few books from my shelf and voila - a book poem was born in 10 minutes!  It was so much fun!  Take a peek:

Today is Monday

There's Nothing to Do

No Friends

The Doorbell Rang

Chicka! Chicka! Boom! Boom!

All in a Day!

I was so excited about the product, and the process, that I couldn't help but share.  My opportunity came later in the day when I met with a teacher to plan our co-teaching session for the following week, I excitedly shared my stack. She immediately said "Wow! Let's try it with my class!" She was gushing with such enthusiasm that we quickly brainstormed ways to adapt the project for her first graders.  We decided we would start small and choose several titles for the students and place a stack of books at each table.  We'd then let the students have a go at it, either working individually or in partnerships.  We giggled with enthusiasm about the idea and decided we would try it out soon.  

After my colleague left I reflected on my gratitude of all that I have discovered about writing through my participation in this March challenge (Where else would I have learned about this poetry form?) and for the joys of collaborating with colleagues that take up the challenge of trying new ideas!

Friday, March 24, 2017

Two Perspectives

Today is day 24 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.  This is my second year participating and growing as a writer!

Two Perspectives

Early Spring

Morning colors reflect upon the lake
Creating silhouettes of beautiful geese
Black shapes moving slowly,
Peacefully, and quietly
Nibbling on the grasses below
Taking flight into the red skies of dawn


Late Summer

Summer fun in the sun
Walking barefoot carefully
Around the droppings
Picking up another bag-full 
Bit by bit by smelly bit
Honking, clacking, noisy, dirty, birds