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A Call for Slice of Life Stories

Stacey Shubitz
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I just got home, a few hours ago, from some time away in Arizona.  To pick one slice of my life from the trip seems quite hard.  I intend on sharing one later today.  As for the rest of my vacation tales, well, that’s what scrapbooking is for.

I look forward to reading and commenting on the slices of your life that you share, by linking to them in this forum, throughout the day.

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Published by Stacey Shubitz

Stacey Shubitz is a K-6 literacy consultant and former elementary teacher. She is the author of CRAFT MOVES and other professional books on writing workshop. Her forthcoming book, MAKE THE SCHOOL SYSTEM WORK FOR YOUR CHILD WITH DISABILITIES (Guilford Press, 2026), empowers parents to navigate the special education system.

14 thoughts on “A Call for Slice of Life Stories”

  1. Karren:

    First off, thanks for leaving the comment here. I’ve got to figure out how to change that little problem.

    Sorry to hear you had the same experience in Alaska. At least you understand.

    Glad you’re safe too,
    Stacey

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  2. Stacey, I was unable to leave a comment @ your blog since I use blogger and not Word Press but I had to tell you that I laughed out loud at your story. Substitute Alaska for Arizona and Bears for Mountain Lions and you have a story about a hike my husband and I took through Glacier National Park. Terrifying, to say the least! So glad your story had a happy ending. 🙂

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  7. Here it is, my very first Slice of Life!
    I was at the grocery store tonight, picking up something I could toss together for dinner, and feeling tired and frazzled. As per usual, I hoped I would not run in to anyone I knew friends, students, parents…ANYONE. Just as I was tossing the last of my purchases into my big canvas bag, I made eye contact with a familiar face: the mother of a friend of my 17 year old son. Our kids sing together at their high school, and are both members of its vibrant theater company. We see each other at concerts, mainly, and every so often we run into each other erranding in town. So it was today. Many years ago, she was in a horiffic accident – her two older children (pre-school age at that point) were severely injured, and the oldest daughter was left paralyzed from the waist down. In a smallish town like ours, everyone knew the story – everyone helped when needed, and watched with awe as this family slowly, bravely, put the pieces of their life back together. The oldest daughter graduated and went on to study drama at Tisch – NYU. And now, the youngest is set to leave the nest in June.
    Mrs. S. greeted me with such warmth this evening, complimenting my Ben on his last performance and chuckling over his turn as Leo Bloom in “The Producers”. My ill-humor at my own children (unmade beds, laundry-strewn rooms, etc.) dissipated as she went on to tell me that she was on her way to Tori’s last dance recital at the high school. “It’s bitter sweet…wait, make that much more bitter than sweet,” she said, speaking of the last high-school-this-or -that which becomes the year for a 12th. grader’s parents. As I made my way back home, I could not stop thinking of her sad expression, the sorrowful stoop of her shoulders, the reluctance of her gait as she made her way to her own car and then to the recital. I could not stop thinking about all the memories that will fill her heart tonight as she watches her beautiful daughter dance one last time on that high school stage. We fill our lives with the minutia of our childrens’ lives for so many years – diapers, naptime,toilet training, first steps, first day of pre-school, the college essay. We complain and exult, worry and celebrate, gnash our teeth and laugh out loud….we want to let go, some of us pray they will go, and yet. as I saw with Mrs. S. tonight, it is one of the hardest things we will have to do as parents. I already miss my son…I am already saying my goodbyes.

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