by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : August 26, 2016. I never tire of the quiet peace of the early morning hour with its sleepy rhythms and sweet freshness. It is about that hour — when one day fades to a memory and the next has not yet begun — that I write. In the early...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 23, 2016. A week of August is left. But the squirrels have already stripped the walnut tree of its fruit and buried it. At least that’s what my daughter and I think. Yesterday we stood under her old walnut tree, looking for any sign of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : August 19, 2016. This evening, I collected words that family, friends, colleagues, and former students shared on my friend’s Facebook page and wrote a brief eulogy. I felted comforted as I read and gathered their words and as I put them into the...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 16, 2016. It’s all Robyn Hood Black’s fault and she has no idea. I read her Friday Poetry blog post last week. Bugscuffle? Really! I just couldn’t let go of it. She’d piqued my curiosity. Now, if anyone reads any...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
Poetry Friday : August 12, 2016. I really like interactive notebooks. Many teachers I know really like interactive notebooks. I’ve used them for years in one form or another — binders, handmade notebooks, or composition notebooks. Today is Poetry Friday....
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 2, 2016. A text from the limo service was waiting for me when AA Flt 1475 touched down four hours later than scheduled. As we taxied to the gate, I connected with my Limo driver. While I waited for my bag, our texts continued. I walked...
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