“It sounds like you are talking about the plan at the beginning, but then what is your plan now?” Hmm. As I sit at the round table with my writing group, keyboard in hand I realize a few things 1.) The time I have been GIFTED to think and write is priceless 2.) The safe place in which to share thoughts and words is surprisingly energizing 3.) Finding my voice. Never before have I just wanted to do nothing all afternoon but write- read yes, write not so much. I can’t wait until tomorrow!
Sometimes the teacher is the one who learns.
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Slices of my life as a mom and teacher...
Move the writing. Move the writer.
Slow down, relax, and sit awhile
Mama. Wife. Reader. Writer. Survivor.
Musings on teaching, creating, parenting, and more.
Writing and revising my transformations as a literacy teacher
A blog about education, IB reflections, stories that I have in my mind, and writing challenges that I participate off & online. Reality is my construction of the past. Truth could be fiction. Writing is an act of getting naked little by little. También leo, hablo y escribo en español en el blog de La Intervencionista del Río Chueco.
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I used to think that I had an answer to everything and wished that people would ask me the questions. Now, as I find myself aging, I know I don't have any answers and hope that people don't ask me any questions. .
Living the Life of a Writer
Authenticity in literacy and learning...at home and at school.
Seeking and rekindling joy...one day at a time
Because there are only so many hours in the day.
True Things! thoughts from the middle of life 