Thursday, July 11, 2024

SJT and Poetry Friday: Help for Our "I Don't Know" Moments

Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town offered us the theme of "I don't know" for our Spiritual Journey post in July.

I had a moment of "I don't know" what just happened as I left the grocery store today. I was pushing my cart across the parking lot to my car when suddenly the cart quit moving. I was sure that I had just hit a low space or picked up something that jammed the wheel in the parking lot. No, that wasn't it. 

Another driver rolled down her window and told me that the wheels had locked because I was taking it out of the grocery store lot. I had parked across from a nearby restaurant because it was closer to the store than the back of the store lot. The problem was real, the locked wheels did not allow me to move forward or backward. I was stuck in the middle of a lane of oncoming traffic. 

Another customer came over and offered to help get the cart back to the store. I grabbed my groceries, thanked him for getting me out of this pickle, and continued to my car.

I was grateful for both of the individuals who advised me in my "I don't know" how to proceed, "I'm stuck" moment. I like to think that there will be friends and loved ones and angels and Jesus who may come to our rescue in our "I don't know" moments. They won't always have answers, but we can feel their comforting presence and perhaps receive useful guidance.

When my aunt died, my mother talked about the absolute recognition on her sister's face that there were other beings present. I wasn't there, but loved hearing my mom tell of this experience.  When my mother died, I wanted to be there, to feel, to have a knowing experience that would stand for me as a reality of life beyond this one. 

I was privileged to be there, but we did not have an experience like my mother had with her sister. Instead, we quietly sang hymns, encircling Mom in our love, gently massaging her face as her breathing slowed, and she left this life, and entered another. It wasn't the strong recognition of my mother's experience, but instead it was a comforting feeling that I was on holy ground and that I had participated in a sacred experience. 

I recently read these lines from Hannah Fries poem, "Let the Last Thing Be Song," which reminded me of this experience of singing to my mother as she left this life and entered another:

". . 


When I die, I want to be sung across the threshold.
Don’t you? Doesn’t the universe,
with its loosening warp
and weft, still
unspool its symphony?

Sing to me — please —
and I will sing for you as all unravels,
as time continues past the final beat
of the stutter inside your chest.

. . . "

You can listen to the entire poem read by the poet with her young son improvising on the piano at the marginalian.

Robyn Hood Black is hosting Poetry Friday at Life on the Deckle Edge. Come join the fun!

Friday, June 21, 2024

Poetry Friday: An Illustrated Haiku

I am slowly building up my walking stamina by adding a few more steps each day. This week, I reached the bridge and crossed the lake.


 lake mirrors June blue

 white blossoms reflect beauty

morning walk speaks peace

-Ramona Behnke 

Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference is hosting our Roundup this week. 

Come join the fun!

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Slice of Life: A Surprising Sight

We were driving home from daughter's house on Monday when I asked my husband to wait at the stop sign so I could take a picture. In the field opposite us, two individuals were harnessing a white horse to a hearse with gold curtains.

There wasn't a casket in the hearse yet. It turns out there was a funeral at the church just down from the stop sign and just a short drive down from the church is a cemetery. 

I took a walk when I returned home, keeping an eye on developments down the road. When I saw the familiar black hearse turn into the cemetery, I worried that the horse drawn hearse didn't work out. But as I watched from a discreet distance, other vehicles parked and individuals walked into the cemetery. And then finally, the horse-drawn hearse arrived.

I've never seen a horse-drawn hearse before except in movies. Here's what I found online about this tradition: "A horse-drawn hearse represents a bridge between the past and the present, bringing a sense of historical continuity and respect for tradition.The image of majestic horses leading a solemn procession evokes a bygone era, adding a layer of profound symbolism to the ceremony."

Or as my neighbor commented when I showed her the picture, "What a way to go!"

Friday, June 14, 2024

Poetry Friday: New Discovery on the New Books Table

Although I miss my King County Library in Washington (no Lucky Day books on the shelves or Choice Reads to browse in North Carolina), the children's section of my local library has a feature that I love, a new books table. Last week I found this book by Joseph Coelho, the UK Children's Laureate for 2022-2024.

Poetry Prompts: All sorts of ways to start a poem is filled with 42 poetry prompts that are sure to delight your inner poet and any child in your life who wants poetry adventures. Each prompt has an example poem from the poet, followed by an invitation to create, and a Poetry Power-Up for an additional challenge. The book's captivating illustrations and large size make this a must-have for any teacher who loves poetry. If your local or school library doesn't have a copy, nudge them to buy one. It's a treasure trove!


Denise at Dare to Care is hosting this week's Poetry Friday Roundup. Come join the fun!

Friday, June 7, 2024

Poetry Friday: Four Things Friday!

1.  I open my phone to see a new podcast link from NPR"S Book of the Day featuring US Poet Laureate Ada Limon. Come back to listen for a weekend treat!

2. I click on and find this serendipitous quote by Ada Limon on the home page:

"Poetry offers us that silence—that quiet space."

—Ada Limón, United States Poet Laureate

3. I locate poems by Limon on Check out one of my favorites, "The Raincoat."

4. I invite you to my Friday Festivities in honor of post 1,400! Cue the confetti!


Tracey has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Tangles & Tales.

Thursday, June 6, 2024

Spiritual Journey Thursday: Comforted by Scripture

My father died forty-four years ago today on my parent's 39th wedding anniversary  I had just completed my second year of teaching and we were visiting my sister in Tennessee when my father became ill and had to be hospitalized. After emergency surgery and more than a week in the hospital with no progress toward recovery, we gradually came to understand that he wasn't going to get better. We had spent hours in the hospital's tiny chapel pleading for the Savior's healing power. This time our prayers weren't answered in the way we wished.
As a young child, I remember my mother's prayers often included the words: "Not my will, but thine be done." This was a difficult time for us because my father had seemed in good health when we embarked on our trip and was only sixty-seven years old. During this time of grief and sorrow, I turned to the words of scripture for solace. I turned to them when my mother died eleven years later at the age of sixty-nine and I was just thirty-six years old. My birthday is sandwiched between the deaths of my parents and it has taken years for me to feel something other than sadness at this time of the year. When I celebrate my next birthday, I will have outlived both of my parents. 

The words of scripture continue to bring solace and peace to my heart during difficult times. I jotted down the scriptures that I shared with my children in 2001 when we had our own candlelit ceremony after 9/11 on our deck. As we faced a worldwide pandemic that brought  sorrow and grief to so many, I turned to the promises and comfort found in scripture. When two siblings died in 2020, I turned once again to the words of scripture for comfort. As I consider those affected by war in our world, I pray for them to feel the Lord's peace. And now I seem to be surrounded by friends, young and old, battling difficult health situations and cancer. When I send cards, I often include the words of scripture, hoping that my friends will feel comforted as I am by the words.

Here are just a few of my favorites:
"...when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I."  (Psalm 61:2)

"My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according to thy word. (Psalm 118:28

"I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me..." (Psalm 118:5)

"The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation." (Psalm 118:14)

"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. (Psalm119:105)

"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." (John 14:27)
"Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." (Hebrews 4:16) 

"Fear thou not, for I am with thee: be not dismayed: for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee, yea, I will help thee: yea I will uphold thee with with the right hand of my righteousness.(Isaiah 41:10)

I look forward to reading your post and learning of the things that have shaped or inspired your spiritual practice.

It's Spiritual Journey Thursday, an open gathering for bloggers 
who write monthly about our spiritual journeys. Karen Eastlund is our June host and invited us to look into the past for something that has shaped or inspired our current spiritual practice or outlook. You can read her post and find links from fellow travelers at Karen's Got a Blog.

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

Slice of Life: This Moment

I've been struggling with writing each week ever since the end of March's Slice of Life. Sometime during this past week, I remembered a padlet where I have saved mentor slices. So I visited it and chose Elisabeth's This Moment slice as today's mentor text. Go read hers, it's exceptional!

Son-in-law ladles leftover Chicken Tikka Masala into turquoise freezer cubes, scraping every last bit of delicious sauce from the red pot on the stove. Drawers open and close with a gentle swish as he pads about the kitchen in sock feet. Final dinner pots are washed and set on the drainer cloth to air dry.

Daughter's voice reading aloud to Jack and Robby floats down the hallway from the boys' bedroom followed by her voice singing one of four songs the boys request at bedtime.

The Book That Kibo Wrote sits on the kitchen table, evidence of Ollie's earlier read aloud with Grandma and Grandpa.

Daughter and son-in-law escape for a quick game of pickle ball. I finish my slice and reach for my phone to continue listening to next week's book club selection, currently at 29% finished with 9 hours, 59 minutes, and 03 seconds remaining.

Sunday, May 26, 2024

Poetry Friday: Being With Trees


Poetry Friday was hosted on Friday by Michelle Kogan. Be sure to pop by and read the poems she shared on her Birthday Bash post which includes poems by several of my favorite poets.

When I visited a new-to-me branch library about a month ago, I picked up Hannah Fries small book, Being with Trees: Awaken Your Senses to the Wonders of Nature. It has sat in my book basket for several weeks until Friday when I picked it up in search of a poem to share. The cover of the book has the words Poetry, Reflections, and Inspiration. The book is divided into four sections: Breathe, Connect, Heal, and Give Thanks, It's filled with beautiful illustrations.

A favorite poem was opposite a page that explained how Edna St Vincent Milly spent the last half of her life from 1925 to 1950, at Steepletop, her estate in Austerlitz, New York. Isn't Steepletop a wonderful name for an estate?

Here's are lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem that is featured in Being with Trees (p. 161):

And as I looked a quickening gust 

Of wind blew up to me and thrust

Into my face a miracle

Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, - 

I know not how such things can be! -

I breathed my soul back into me.

                                 - Edna St. Vincent Millay

And then I fell down a poetry rabbit hole. It turns out the lines come from her poem, "Renascence" which I must have studied  and have long since forgotten in American Literature in college. I not only located the poem, but read an extensive  Poem Guide provided on Poetry Foundation. And that my friends, is just one of my excuses for posting two days late.

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Slice of Life: Tuesday Adventures with Grandma and Grandpa

 Once I finish the March Slice of Life Writing Challenge, I find it hard to find something to say once a week. I wrote one slice in April and now I'm aiming for two in May. 

We had a lovely play date today. We started at one playground, ambled around the Arboretum (my first time there), stopped to enjoy a snack, started a book we found at The Little Free Library, explored the sun dial, scootered on the smooth and spacious and shady sidewalks, collected specimens, and spent the last half hour swinging at a second playground. Everyone knows that I love to document my walks and adventures, so here is the illustrated version of our morning with two of our four grand boys. Next fall we'll be down to one grandson because big brother starts kindergarten. Oh how fast the years fly by!

First playground

 Brothers on butterfly bridge
View from the stone wall where we had morning snack
Not enough wind to ring the chimes

 Reading the sundial
 Riding scooters
Gorgeous blossoms
Collecting specimens
Last swing of the morning 

Thursday, May 2, 2024

Spiritual Journey Thursday & Poetry Friday: Growth

 Jone Rush MacCulloch, our May host for Spiritual Journey Thursday, invited us to write about growth. Buffy Silverman is hosting Poetry Friday with a Snakey Edition. I composed this haiku to do double duty for SJT and PF.


Spring celebrates green

new growth erupts from brown limbs

fresh hope fills our hearts


I also wanted to share the poem "How It Might Continue" which I discovered in How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope edited by James Crews.


How It Might Continue by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Wherever we go, the chance for joy,

whole orchards of amazement—


one more reason to always travel

with our pockets full of exclamation marks,


so we might scatter them for others

like apple seeds.

You can read the rest of the poem here


I adore the varied shades of green that fill our spring days with gladness and cheer and hope. Join me in a stroll trhough these pics of green glory snapped over the years on my springtime walks.

The last two photos were taken in grandson Jack's first grade classroom
where I shared poems from my many pockets during poetry month.

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Slice of Life: Three Things Tuesday

1. Quite a few years ago, I told my BFF that I wanted to make it to 80 years old. (Since my parents died at 68 and 69, that seemed like an achievable goal.) She replied, "Yes, and I'll bring my 40 year old son along to sing Happy Birthday." She also said something about us being in the nursing home, but I prefer to forget that bit. 

2. After I moved to North Carolina last year, I started using a tin for chocolate chips that commemorated the 75th anniversary of the chocolate chip cookie. It turns out they were first created in the late 1930's by Ruth Wakefield, owner of the Toll House restaurant in Wakefield, MA. The recipe first appeared in her cookbook, Tried and True, in 1938. Wakefield sold the rights to use her recipe and the Toll House name to Nestle in 1939. My tin dates the 75th anniversary of the chocolate chip cookie to 2014 (probably because it was made by Nestle). I've recently revised "I want to live until I'm 80," to "I want to see the 100th anniversary of the chocolate chip cookie in 2039!"

3. And just yesterday, I revised that date once again! My husband was in Oregon for the 2017 total eclipse of the sun. At the time, I planned to experience the 2024 eclipse somewhere in the path of totality, but life got busy and I moved to North Carolina and forgot to plan a trip so I could experience the totality of a solar eclipse. So now I want to live until 2045, the next time a solar eclipse will travel across significant portions of the continental United States.

Saturday, April 6, 2024

Spiritual Journey Thursday: Everyday Miracles

Sorry for my late arrival to SJT on Saturday afternoon. When Bob offered us the topic of miracles for our April reflection, I admit to feeling challenged. I didn't think I had any personal miracles to share and struggled to find a way into this month's topic. 

I planned to write this post yesterday, but I was involved in an accident while taking my grandson to pre-K (He's no longer in preschool, according to him.). Someone was waiting at a stop sign to make a left turn onto a busy street. Suddenly a large SUV was coming at me. I was in the second lane. I swerved and he hit the back panels of my car, just past my grandson's car seat. Praise God, everyone was okay. The driver said the other lane had stopped and motioned for him to go on. (The insurance claims person said this happens all the time.) I'm grateful for the turn lane in the center of the busy street so that I was able to swerve and resist a full-side impact. Some may say I was lucky, but I'm grateful for the impulse I had to swerve and credit it to a prompting I received from the Spirit.

And then this morning, I remembered an experience I had as a teenager with my father. He was adding a spacious family room onto our home. This had been a dream of his for many years. On this unforgettable day, the pre-assembled rafters had finally arrived. My dad should probably have waited for another adult to help him with this project. But ever the eager beaver, he figured out a way for me to push the rafter from the new room to him on the roof of house. The way was via a nail in the rafter. I had a plank of wood and would raise the triangular shaped rafter to him via the nail. And wouldn't you know? The plank slipped and the rafter came barreling down. I ducked my head. When I saw the whack in the siding, I knew I had angels watching over me that day. If I had it to do over again, I would have lain flat on the flooring as the rafter swung down toward me. But I never got the chance to do it again. My mom insisted that my dad recruit a man to help him with the remaining rafters. 

I like this explanation of miracles that I found in a March 2019 article, "Finding Miracles in Everyday Life," in The New Era, our church's youth magazine: 

 "According to the Bible Dictionary, miracles are “manifestations of divine or spiritual power.” With that definition, let’s open our eyes to the many miracles that surround us—miracles that we might not even recognize.

We definitely see God’s hand in the lives of His people through the miracles in the scriptures. But we can also see His spiritual power when we receive an answer to a prayer, strengthen our testimonies, or have a change of heart.

Still, there are other miracles that we tend to forget: The sun rises and sets each day; small seeds grow into mighty trees; the many components of our body work together, enabling us to breathe, run, dream, and eat. Inspired advances in medicine and technology are happening every day, and we can now communicate with almost anyone anywhere. God’s power can be seen in every detail of our lives."

We have three grandsons who joined our family through the miracle of IVF. We are grateful for each of them every day. I was part of the army of believers who fasted and prayed for our scientific community as they worked to create the COVID-19 vaccine. How remarkable that it was produced and ready to be administered in such a short time. A modern-day miracle!  

I Face Timed with my son last night. He and his wife are visiting London. I get daily updates and pictures of their adventure. I don't understand how the technology works, but I'm thrilled to live during a time when inventions allow us to connect instantaneously, even when separated by the Atlantic Ocean. 

I returned from my Seattle trip to beautiful blossoms and the unfurling of green leaves everywhere, my first spring in North Carolina. I'm glad for the rebirth of nature each spring, another miracle and manifestation of God's love. Here are a few pics I snapped on a return drive from my daughter's home this morning. I revel in the colors of spring: beautiful light green leaves,  pink blossoms, and the blue skies.

From the article I cited earlier: "The Lord performs both seemingly ordinary and extraordinary miracles in our day. . . However, we should not overlook the everyday events that act as reminders of God’s hand in our lives. Sometimes we just have to recognize them!"  Thanks, Bob, for this April invitation to look for the miracles in our lives.

It's Spiritual Journey Thursday, an open gathering for bloggers 
who write monthly about our spiritual journeys.  
asked us to consider this question: 
What are the everyday miracles in your life?
Click on Bob's name to read responses from other SJT friends.

Sunday, March 31, 2024

SOL 31/31: Celebrating with a tricube and an acrostic!

Slicer friends,
gather round.
Story threads
connect us,
bring comfort.
day of March,

Rules for a tricube:

  • Each line contains three syllables.
  • Each stanza contains three lines.
  • Each poem contains three stanzas.
And from my archives,
an Easter acrostic 
written for NPM and SJT
in  2017.
Everlasting joy
As we praise the God who
So loved the world 
That He sent His son.
Every soul has cause to 
Rejoice!  He is risen!

-Ramona Behnke

I like noticing where my poetic impulses come from.  You'll recognize some of the words come from John 3:16 and the song "For God So Loved the World."  "He Sent His Son" is a song in our children's songbook that I love.  "Rejoice, The Lord is King" and "He Is Risen" are two favorite hymns, made even more meaningful during this Easter season.   I look forward to the glorious Easter promise of the empty tomb which assures us of the gift of the  resurrection to all, "Because He did, so can we." For those of you who are celebrating this holiday, Happy Easter!

Saturday, March 30, 2024

SOL 30/31: Rounding Up Four Weeks of Slicing

I frequently do an analysis of the topics and types of writing I've done on the last day of March. This year I'll do it a day early since tomorrow will be an Easter slice. I arrived at a significant milestone this year. I missed not one, but two days of slicing! 

I had decided that I wouldn't participate this year since I was doing a lot of traveling in March. But I made the mistake of reading a few slices two days in and decided that I needed to participate. So I jumped in on March 3rd and have now completed 28 days of writing. 

The lesson I'm taking away this year is to never let perfect be the enemy of the good. A missed day does not mean you failed at slicing. It means you missed a day and picking up again is progress in the right direction.

Here's a breakdown of topics for my 2024 slices for March:

Travel slices - 9

Friend slices -7

Books/book club slices -6

Poem slices - 5

Grandchildren slices - 4

Borrowed ideas from other slicers - 4  (Top 3 Lists, Tricube, Double Etheree, Leigh Anne's Word Buffet))

Slices about slicing - 4 

Nature slices - 3

Technical challenge slices - 2

The total does not equal 28 slices because some slices filled more than one of the above topics/categories. I have one slice that received no comments (March 16), probably because it was around the time my commenting problems began and it wasn't rescued from spam until the following day. If you have slices that received no comments, let me know. I would be happy to stop by.

This is my thirteenth year to participate in the March Slice of Life. Thank you Two Writing Teachers for creating this challenge and providing the space and support for us year after year. And thanks to this magnificent community for sharing stories with me and encouraging my writing life.

Friday, March 29, 2024

SOL 29/31: Top Three Lists

With only three days left to slice, it seems the perfect time to share a post of Top Three Lists. I've enjoyed these lists as a way to become better acquainted with fellow slicers and make connections. I've shared thirteen in honor my thirteenth year of slicing.

Ways to Spend a Rainy Day - Read, Nap, Watch a movie

Places  - Libraries, Bookstores, Museums

Collections - Mugs, Quotes, Heart-themed Christmas Ornaments

Middle Grade Books - The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z, Three Times Lucky, Gossamer

British Crime Series - Vera, Shetland, C.B.Strike

Flowers - Daffodils, Roses, Peonies

Cookies - Double Chocolate, Oatmeal Chocolate Chip, Molasses Crinkles

Masterpiece Theater Series - Call the Midwives, All Creatures Great and Small, Unforgotten

Authors I Want to Hear - Ralph Fletcher, Jason Reynolds, Sharon Draper

Poets I Enjoy - Mary Oliver, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser

Influential Educational Books - Lasting Impressions (Shelly Harwayne), Read Write Teach (Linda Rief), When Kids Can't Read (Kylene Beers)

Presenters - Naomi Shihab Nye, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, Janet Wong (Can you tell that I love poets?)

Novels-in-Verse - Brown Girl Dreaming, Home of the Brave, Out of the Dust

This is my thirteenth year to participate in the March Slice of Life. Thank you Two Writing Teachers for creating this challenge and providing the space and support for us year after year. And thanks to this magnificent community for sharing stories with me and encouraging my writing life.

Thursday, March 28, 2024

SOL 28/31: I Miss Having a Firm Deadline!

As a retired educator, I miss the firm deadlines I used to have for pounding out my slice. One time that I enjoyed was writing in the morning before leaving for school. I sometimes found that finishing my slice made for a later arrival at school with less time to prep for the day. 

I wrote with my students during our Slice of Life writing time in class. I wrote in my notebook and then just had to retype it onto Blogspot (often with a few revisions) after school and hit post before heading home.

On particularly busy days, I would find myself at 8;30 pm (11:30 pm East Coast time), frantically racing the clock to finish a post in time. While it gave me a sudden surge of adrenaline, I was also filled with fear that I might not make the deadline. 

Fast forward a few years to  my early retirement: My absolute favorite time to comment and write is when I find myself wide awake in the middle of the night. That works well when I don't have early morning commitments and can sleep in. But more often than not, I do have something scheduled early in the day. And I try to be finished with my slice before evening rolls around. 

For a few days, I managed to write at night for the next day. Perfect way to avoid the stress of "What will I write thinking?" lodging in the back of my mind all day. 

This morniny I went to the library and then over to my daughter's home to read with the boys and play until their lunchtime. Since arriving home two hours ago, I've whiled away the time making a quick lunch, listening to the news, commenting, and trying to write a slice. 

I think Parkinson's Law is definitely at work here. This article from Work Life defines the term for us: "Parkinson’s Law is the old adage that work expands to fill the time allotted for its completion. The term was first coined by Cyril Northcote Parkinson in a humorous essay he wrote for “The Economist” in 1955." Read his original article here. I find it amusing that this term was coined the year I was born.

Just a few minutes ago, I looked at the clock and decided I would definitely finish this post by 2:30. That deadline is almost here. I posted this at 2:28 and just finished revisions at 2:36. And so, I rest my case. I am a writer who needs a firm deadline.

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

SOL 27/31:How to Spend a Gray, Mizzly Day

 Wake up earlier than usual to pick up before the housekeepers come at 8 am.

Arrive at daughter's house to stay with two grand boys while eldest grand boy goes to the doctor.

Look over tax forms before husband submits them.

Begin planning page for possible trips.

Receive text that another person can't make it to book chat today. The remaining three of us decide on rescheduling rather than heading out on this gray, mizzly day.

Join husband for a run to WalMart which is surprisingly uncrowded. (Who actually runs errands on a gray, mizzly day?)

Find a can of pumpkin in the pantry for daughter who is baking pumpkin chocolate chip muffins and has no pumpkin in her pantry.

Ask husband to run it over to daughter's house.

Call a friend who is not available, but will call back later.

Text another friend.

Think about where the green cutting mat might be that daughter wants to borrow so she can begin Ollie's quilt. 

Phone daughter. We ponder the mystery of our missing, green cutting mats. I fear that mine was lost in the move to Kirkland along with my laminated posters and the How to Eat a Watermelon poem that a parent illustrated and laminated for my classroom more than fifteen years ago.

Bake oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from dough balls in the freezer. 

Eat warm cookies with a cold glass of milk.

Sashay my way through several blog posts. For some reason, some of my comments are still disappearing even when I use WordPress reader. :(

Speak sternly to self. No more dilly dallying.

Write today's post so I can reward myself with the best activity for a a gray, mizzly day:

Stretch out in recliner with cozy blanket and read!

This is my thirteenth year to participate in the March Slice of Life. Thank you Two Writing Teachers for creating this challenge and providing the space and support for us year after year. And thanks to this magnificent community for sharing stories with me and encouraging my writing life.

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

SOL 26/31: Treasures from My Book Bag

I pop by the library on Thursday to pick up books from my holds shelf. As always, I stop by the children's display of new books and pick up a few new titles. We are going to Boone for spring break with daughter, son-in-law, and the three grand boys. With no time to the preview books before our trip, I stash the book bag in the car, count the number of books to ensure I'll come back with all the books I take, and wait for a ready audience. It doesn't take long.

These three active boys are more than willing to settle down with me for reading time. In fact, one of our rotating activity stations at the vacation house is, you guessed it, the reading station, with Grandma at the helm.
This book is a big hit with all the boys 
and our 7-year-old can read it independently.
The Go-Go Guys NEVER sleep! 
Here I am reading Go-Go Guys to our almost five-year-old.
He loved listening and looking at pictures from the top bunk.
I picked this one up thinking it would be great for the 2 1/2 year old.
But it is a favorite of the seven-year-old. 
With a birthday in just two weeks, our almost five-year-old loves this one 
about new friends and birthday surprises. .
He especially likes the foil and die-cut peek-a-boo pages.
 Our 2 1/2 year old could recite this one from memory 
and loved the touchy-feely pages. 
And there's a white mouse on every two page spread.
These titles are two of my personal favorites from the book bag.  
Milo Walking celebrates the wonder and possibilities of a daily walk 
with his mom.  There's No Place Like Hope is one I want to buy for my shelves.
"This sweet, rhythmic picture book is a gentle yet powerful exploration of how hope makes us loving, courageous, and connected to one another." (Amazon review)

This one's middle grade. You know why I requested it. 
I can't wait to read another delightful book by this beloved children's author!

I hope you enjoyed this stroll through some of the contents of my book bag. I am grateful for a library system that makes new books readily available and introduces me and my grands to so many wonderful titles.