Writing About a Life Before it is Over
Have you ever had someone wave you away or make a jerk off motion in response to something you said or wrote? I have, and it is the MOST infuriating thing when you are honestly trying to do your best. This morning I set about the task of writing a eulogy for my youngest son….
What We Do For Students
Last night it happened again. Garden club ended, I had 13 students in attendance, and at dismissal, all were picked but one. Unfortunately, this occurrence has become routine for this one student at the end of garden club. We dismiss at 4:45 p.m.. After each of our monthly meetings, since September, every student is picked…
An Environmental Editorial Based on a Transformative Experience
We moved to the Midwest in 1999 from Western New York. The topography here is much the same as it was there. However, looking back I believe I had was is known as a transformative experience shortly after we arrived. I was driving down Highway 53 in the Town of Onalaska on a fall morning….
Cee’s FOTD Photo Challenge: March 6th, Wildflowers
By the Firepit at the Cabin. © Carol Labuzzetta, 2017
Phenology: It is 5 o’clock and Spring is on the Way!
We all know the saying, “it’s five o’clock somewhere” which usually refers to having an adult beverage well before the time it might be socially acceptable to do so. But, today, I exclaimed, “It’s five o’clock and still light out!” We are freed from the dark clutches of winter’s gloom.” Not exactly poetic but true!…
Easy Listening
Today, I came home from work slightly tense. It is all okay. I have a new job and am adjusting to the responsibilities of it. In these early days, sometimes, I feel as though I need to prove myself. My gut tells me that this is a normal reaction to a new job. But, I…
Silent Sunday: Colorful March Blooming Houseplants
Crybabies
So, I’m watching an old episode of the television show Everybody Loves Raymond, where his son is staying home from school. The boy is maybe seven years old. It comes out that he has school phobia because he was teased. He accidentally called the teacher, “mommy” when he asked her a question. His classmates heard…
Poetry Friday: Alphabet Poems with Third Graders
Some years ago, about four – I think, I had my writer’s circle students write a compilation of alphabet poems. There were six students in my group, each getting four letters on which to write a short, descriptive poem about what the letter brings to mind for each of them. I gave my usual, stay…