Literacy Learning Zone

Slice of Life Stories hosted by the  Two Writing Teachers Ah, March is arriving soon.  Spring, green, warm sunshine, and slices of life.  Oh, will I have plenty of slices to share . . . I have 2 and 3/4 year old girls.  They are growing up crazy fast!  Yes, I said they, as in two.  I have twin daughters.  It's still wild to say (or write) those words.  Our family doubled from two to four in the matter of minutes. And now we are quickly approaching three. Big milestones on the horizon. (Note to reader: I'm a little scared!?!  Times two!) I...

Slice of Life Stories hosted by the  Two Writing Teachers One of my first Slice of Life Stories was a list poem: Happiness is . . .  Gratitude lists are important to process and document all the good in our lives, whether it be something little or something BIG! Happiness is . . . A day off and a break from the go-go-go of school Working out in the morning to start the day off right An extra day with my girls playing, singing, reading, walking to the park Two napping girls with the promise of blowing bubbles on the porch Additional time to read (currently The Tra...

Slice of Life Stories hosted by the  Two Writing Teachers I'm learning that I have many stories to tell.  I'm a pretty private person and it takes me time to get to know and trust and share my stories.  (Blogging with the Two Writing Teachers community has sped up the process.  Thanks for being a supportive bunch!) I have my up and down stories about being a . . . mom teacher believer wife daughter sister friend All of these identities have stories.  Stories that are entangled to make me me.  How do I mold and merge and conform these stories to expr...

Slice of Life Stories hosted by the  Two Writing Teachers Writing allows us to find meaning in the moments. - Ruth Ayres   A moment. Winter has arrived.   Finally. I love (some) winter.  Snuggling up with a good book watching the beautiful floating snowflakes fall lightly to the ground creating a blanket of white.  Enough to create piles good for sledding.  There was finally enough snow this weekend. Swish, swish, swish, swish.   Stomp.   Stomp.   Stomp.   Stomp.   We stood at the top, staring down the big hill in front of Nana and Papa...