So many things to be thankful for! I’ve tried to spend the last month being really aware of the things I’m grateful for, but here are a few more, just for today: *So grateful to have my girls both home, making a mess out of the house. Someday, there will be no one left to…
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November Days of Gratitude: The Camera in My Pocket
My Visual Evolution Images used to rattle around in my brain. I’d take great pains to collect them like seashells or pebbles from the beach, clenched fingers holding tight, spilling some here or there, trying to remember and savor all I’d seen. Back then, a bulky camera would weigh down my shoulders; few images would…
November Days of Gratitude: When autumn colors remind us to slow down
I stood by our mailbox, in the rain, yesterday and as I gathered all the flyers, bills, and catalogs in my arms, I noticed for a minute how beautiful and quiet our street was. The day’s light was waning even while the pavement glistened. The trees are full of color, finally. In the Bay Area,…
November Days of Gratitude: A blogging commitment
I just noticed that my little blog has 100 followers. 100! I know . . . some of you are thinking, seriously? She’s excited about 100 followers? I remember when I taught first grade we would count the days until the 100th day of school. It was a big deal for a big number. 100…
November Days of Gratitude: oh, Life’s lemons!
Life is so Yin and Yang . . . you’d think at my age, that wouldn’t come as a surprise or even a complaint. I know in my heart that in order to truly see the brightness, we also have to spend a little time in the Upside Down (Stranger Things anyone?). So much as…
November Days of Gratitude: Sunset at Sea Ranch, where my heart belongs
I think one of the great secrets of life is to find that place that makes your heart sing, that place where you can rest and be. A place where your heart belongs is one of the greatest gifts. For some that might be around their kitchen table or in their backyard — and, truthfully,…
November Days of Gratitude: In the 11th Month, on the 11th Day, we remember
To those who serve, to those who have protected our freedoms — to those who understand, more than anyone else, what it means to “put country first” — to our Veterans, we thank you. We stand with you today — as we should stand with you every day. We, as a country, must ask ourselves…
November Days of Gratitude: When one day rolls into the next
My days of gratitude, in and of themselves, have been something to give thanks for. They have centered me, grounded me to the blessings in my life. It has been a slowing down of the crazy pace we’ve accepted as “normal” and given me time to reflect. Mostly. Except yesterday — when I had to…
November Days of Gratitude: The Power of Voice and Exercising the Right to Vote
I teach English Language Arts to middle school children, but what I really teach children is how to find their voice. I teach them to not only perfect their voice in their writing, but to exercise their voice when they share with in partners and in whole-group discussions. In between the lines, I teach children…
November Days of Gratitude: Friendship
November 7th: At the risk of being too gushy — or wordy — today I am grateful for friendship and for the role of social media, particularly Facebook. I know FB has its many faults and those anger me along with the rest of you, but hear me out. While FB hasn’t done much for…
November Days of Gratitude: The Gift of Comfort Food
Man, I’ve struggled with today’s post. My focus is on gratitude and it’s not that I’m not thankful for much, but that I’m thankful for so much — and what is worthy of a post, now that can be a struggle. But I finally came up with the thing. The weather has turned around here,…
November Days of Gratitude: The dog that rescued us
I’ve started this three times already because Toby, our yellow lab, makes it very clear that he belongs only to Husband, and I’ve wondered if I can express what he means to the rest of us. He’s a one-person kind of dog; he tolerates, and sometimes loves the rest of us, yet he is easy…
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