by Alice Nine | Indexed |
April 2: Happy National Poetry Month! I am celebrating Poetry Month by pairing quotes about poetry with images. I will share one each day without commentary. Image source: pixabay.com #poetryquote #NPM2018
by Alice Nine | Indexed |
April 1 Happy National Poetry Month! I am celebrating Poetry Month by pairing quotes about poetry with images. I will share one each day without commentary. Image source: pixabay.com #poetryquote...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 31 * Celebrate This Week I have two celebrations today. Celebration I: #SOL March 2018 With a 34-word story, I am celebrating writing. I have written every day for thirty-one days — my daily slice and daily comments on other...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 30. * Poetry Friday This week as I read “What Are We to Make of Jesus Christ?” — an essay from God in the Dock by C.S. Lewis, words and phrases expressing uniquely Lewis’s thoughts about Jesus’...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 29. In My PD Journals, Part 1, I share about the notebook I create when planning a workshop and another notebook I create during and after the workshop. In the comments of that post, I was asked, “How do you use them once the workshops...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 28. This morning, I was searching my PD journals for… Hmmm? What was I searching for? At this very moment, I don’t recall what I was searching for, and since it isn’t pertinent to what I am now thinking about, I won’t...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 27. “If food doesn’t go bad, it’s not good for you.” That is what the Sejoyia Foods people say. They also say they have “real cookies for real humans.” That their cookies are “not your grandma’s...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 26. Thumbing my journals today, I ran across a few EN anecdotes from his preschool years. Anecdote 1. EN had been trailing me around the house all afternoon. EN: What are you doing, Gramma? Me: Brushing my teeth. EN places his hand on his hip...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 25. On Friday, I shared “Palm Sunday” by Marie J. Post. Today, in the comments, Kay McGriff shared a link to Malcom Guite’s, book of sonnets, Sounding the Seasons (2012). I was not familiar with the man or his writings....
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 24. “Begin challenging your own assumptions. Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in awhile, or the light won’t come in.” – Alan Alda Several years ago my redheaded daughter-in-law shared “The Cookie...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No 23. * Poetry Friday With a haunting beauty, Marie Post captures the antithesis between Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday and his arrest, trial, and crucifixion later in the week. Palm Sunday Astride the colt and...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 22. It was a nondescript day. EM and EN were playing within earshot of the discussion going on at the kitchen table, a discussion between their three older brothers and Mommy, a life science discussion, a discussion about taste buds. Suddenly,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 21. It is booster shot day! Every mother knows the misery of that day. My daughter has scheduled two in one — two kids in one visit. I think she is very brave. Characters: EM, a pink girl, almost five EN, big brother, in first grade Mommy...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 20. SPRING ARRIVES TODAY at 9:15 AM PDT On the vernal equinox, all over the world, day and night are balanced — twelve hours of light, twelve hours of darkness. And all over the world, the sun rises due east and sets due west. I took...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 19 EN leans in toward me, swinging his leg off the edge of a grown-up chair. His eyes are laughing as he puts his hand up near his mouth like he is about to tell an important secret. “Gramma.” I motion a quiet sign to remind him to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 18. So the evening and the morning were . . . And God saw that it was good. –Gen. 1 twilight diffused-light candle between sun and moon and sun daybreak to sunrise, sunset to nightfall stars hide and return, sun rises and sets slowly...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 17 * Celebrate This Week. I found my slice on a book cover. I was sorting through a dozen randomly organized books. [Isn’t that an oxymoron?] These books are on a the shelf next to the place where my carry-on bag waits in my office for...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 16 * Poetry Friday. I. Slicing with green– I have already selected something green to wear on Saturday, lest I forget and one of my kids or grandkids come by. I know they won’t forget. And since Saturday is St. Patrick’s...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 15. We arrived late afternoon for our annual end-of-summer beach week. We unpacked. [Funny how two words represent over an hour’s worth of work.] Then we eagerly headed to the path that would take us through waving sea grasses, over a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, Literacy |
March Slice of Life No. 14. Thinking about writing, I open Country Life in American (1913) to the last article I had been reading. I turn a few digital pages to “Inside the House that Jack Built.” “Chapter IV. The Owner’s Bedroom,” part...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 13. I watch the jet bridge for Gate A28 move slowly like a giant arm toward us, latching onto our plane. The seat belt sign blinks off with a ding. Buckle clicks in rapid fire follow. In a single automatic move — quick and sweeping...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 12. I. Relaxing in lawn chairs, we soak up the warm March sun. EM is bouncing around, shooting hoops, rolling on her belly on the basketball, sitting on the porch steps. II. Caw…caw! Caw…caw! The raucous call of a crow comes from...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 10. Evening came and I had not written a slice. I wondered, what should I write? Blank. I only knew that it would be short. I thought about today being the 9th day of March and my name being Nine. That idea lasted about nine seconds. Then I...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 9 * Poetry Friday. During the month of February I participated in Laura Shovan’s 6th Annual February Poetry Project. On Day 11, Linda Baie provided a pencil drawing as our prompt. Linda received the pencil drawing, “Monday”...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 8. What’s a golden shovel? It’s a poem. Last month during Laura Shovan’s poetry challenge, I read a number of shovel poems. I did some searching and learned that the “Golden Shovel” is actually a poem...
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