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SOLSC: Happiness is . . . - 7/31

The Slice of Life Story Challenge 
is hosted by the Two Writing Teachers.

Happiness is . . . An Updated Version

Yesterday I wrote a slice about the beauty of collaboration.  Today's slice is a perfect illustration reflecting the power of collaborating.  Diana, an author at One Literacy Coach and an e-colleague participating in the SOLSC, shared this great idea of narrowing the focus of the "Happiness is . . ." list/poem that I wrote a few weeks ago.  Thank you, Diana!  Here is my attempt at narrowing the focus of my slice for today.

Happiness is . . . love.
The passionate and forgiving love of my husband.
The unconditional and trusting love of my daughters.
The enthusiastic, encouraging, and honest love of my mother.
The safe and enduring love of my family.
The generous, soft and cuddly love of my four-legged fur ball.
The compassionate and supportive love of my friends.
The admirable and dedicated love of my colleagues and students.
The respectful and inspirational love of my blogging buddies and e-colleagues.
Love . . . is happiness.


Can you tell I'm in a good place right now?  Feel the love.






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  1. Diana MartinMarch 7, 2011 at 6:42 AM

    I'm so glad I checked out your post before I left for school! Don't you love poetry? Once again, you have written a piece that would be an awesome mentor text for kids. I like the way your beginning and ending are connected. Guess I'm feeling the love today too. :)

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  2. Amanda VillagómezMarch 7, 2011 at 7:52 AM

    That is powerful to narrow it down. It is interesting to think about the broader version compared to the narrower, each lending to their own tone.

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  3. SpriceMarch 7, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    Yes, I feel the love. It's warm and fuzzy! Thanks for sharing! Right back at you!

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  4. ErandiMarch 7, 2011 at 10:33 AM

    Happines is...love.
    Truely I agree..
    Love, in the broad sense, is unit, everything, ourselves and all the things that suround us.
    Experiment and live the love.
    Love is... happiness.
    I loved how you opened the circle of your poem and how you closed it.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 7, 2011 at 7:21 PM

    I'm with Diana and Mrs. V - what a great idea to narrow it down - and yet it expands the theme as well. Love becomes so well rounded in the way you've given examples.

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  6. LibraryDragon/StorykeeperMarch 7, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    Your writer's voice sounds so happy!

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