Monday, March 2, 2015

Becoming a Writer



Becoming a Writer

I took someone new to bed last night (and she bears a strong resemblance to me).  She's a writer, but doesn't know it yet.  I mean, she has a powerful voice as well as a Texas-sized case of blog-fright.  Like most writers, she stifles herself because she is certain (rightly so) that regardless of the topic there are many others who know more than she.  But ALL writers, be they 6 or 106, must hear the uniqueness of their voice.  We're all allowed a place in the sun, right?

She is parsing her words, questioning whether her grammar is correct, and loving the zing from mind to hand to page.  To all tentative writers and SOL (Slice of Life) newbies, she I hope you have a great March.  Let's play!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Ebb & Flow









Ebb and Flow

So, recently a teaching colleague convinced me to participate in the Slice of Life month of blogging, March 2015.  It didn’t take much convincing.  I am a new teacher and one of the newest staff members at a middle school.  I believe passionately in modeling for my students the use and mastery of the skills I teach.  So, I leapt at the chance.

But, when I dug into blogging a bit more I learned I have had a blog since 2009, http://speakingslowly-oicurcrazy2.blogspot.com/.  I was gob smacked.  Once I saw my one and only blog post I was teleported back in time to a lonely and aimless summer when I participated in a free class at our public library teaching how to blog.  I promise to do a better job of blogging this time, at least for the 31 days of March.

As I read my previous post, I was humbled and grateful for the progress in my life since summer 2009.  At that time I had a newly minted teaching license that I doubted I would ever get to use.  The town I live in has a limited number of teaching positions and those few have little turn-over.  But I have successfully worked in education, added to my skills and resume, and as of seven months ago, become a staff member at a local middle school.


But in every life, a little rain must fall.  I grew up quite a bit since 2009.  My mother became ill, requiring numerous hospitalizations and surgeries.  For the first time in my life I saw how fragile my parents are.  My intellect has always understood that my parents and I are aging and not immortal.  But now I have heard the quiet only a hospital room contains.  Now I have seen the pain and fear on a loved one’s face right before they wheel her into surgery.  While I am grateful to say I still have both of my parents and we are closer than ever, I am much more conscious of how fleeting the times with family can be.  To quote Gretchen Rubin, “The days are long but the years are short.”  So go hug somebody you love, will ya?

Thursday, June 18, 2009

First, A Little About Me...


Hello. This is going to be the best day of your life. Oh, don't believe me huh? Well, we live in a cynical world and I guess I can understand your scepticism. I am starting a blog to speak to friends and family. I am also starting this blog to open my own head for public consumption (sounds messy).