Years ago I taught my very young child how to memorize something for school. I said:
Repetition is key. Write it down over and over again until you feel comfortable.
After some resistance and push back, she tried it out. Little girls, it seemed, were attracted to doodling with colorful markers.
Continue reading How one child learned to apply her tried and true study methods
We’re beyond believing here, in all sorts of ways, but I’ll tell you something about childhood magic that perseveres right up to the tween years:
Don’t ruin it.
Just let them be. There’s no harm in it. Especially at this time if year.
Continue reading Preserving a little Christmas magic
I am writing my memoir. To read chapter 1 click here. (3 minute read)
The following is chapter 13, a scene that resides prominently in my head. I am not releasing my chapters in order. There are different parts to my story that rise up to my consciousness at random times, so I edit and re-write without rhyme or reason. If you like the chapters, perhaps when my book is finished, you will want to read it in its entirety. By then, the story will be more consecutive (I hope). 🙂
Although this story is true and happened to me, I decided to continue writing in the third person. Some readers commented they like it, while others preferred a switch to the first person. I appreciate the feedback (thank you!) but realized after re-writing chapter 1 into the first person, it did not sound right. There is a switch to the first person later in the story, but you will have to wait to find out why, and when.
Chapter 13 is also a 3 minute read. Happy reading!
Continue reading Memoir writing: releasing chapter 13
Given how much I had to do to get this cake figured out on behalf of little Miss Slime-Maker (aka too busy to bake), the cake turned out looking a little…
Continue reading The moose (cake) that looks like an owl with rabbit ears
So. We finally have a new couch!
As I’ve discovered, just because you move back into a renovated house does not mean you will feel….settled. Settling in, as it turns out, takes a long time. Longer than I care to think about, really. (Renos finished a year ago April.)
Continue reading Couch shopping has come to an end
This morning, my partner says to me “will you do a white wash today?”
Why, was my response. Oh, he doesn’t have any more of those white tshirts he sometimes wears.
I do a quick check in the drawers to reassure myself that it’s not possible he’s out of undershirts, expecting a disarray of tshirts mixed up with other clothing, and I see neatly folded non-white tshirts and an empty spot where the white tshirts are usually stowed.
Continue reading Monday morning grief