Slice of Life Story Challenge

SOLSC

Stacey Shubitz
Please link the Slice of Life Story you write today to this post by leaving a comment. Be sure to check out other bloggers' writing by clicking through the links in the comment section of this post. Finally, if you read someone else's writing, please leave a comment on their blog too.

Published by Stacey Shubitz

I am a literacy consultant who focuses on writing workshop. I've been working with K-6 teachers and students since 2009. Prior to that, I was a fourth and fifth-grade teacher in New York City and Rhode Island. I'm the author of Craft Moves (Stenhouse Publishers, 2016) and the co-author of Jump Into Writing (Zaner-Bloser, 2021), Welcome to Writing Workshop (Stenhouse Publishers, 2019), and Day By Day (Stenhouse, 2010). I live in Central Pennsylvania with my husband and children. In my free time, I enjoy swimming, doing Pilates, cooking, baking, making ice cream, and reading novels.

45 thoughts on “SOLSC”

  1. I know I am way late, but looks like I am not the only one, and I can’t stay away, and I REALLY loved this book, and it made me write a lot, and I just HAD to link up because I have MISSED the last couple of SOLS’ and I want to be better at writing on TUESDAYS (since Mondays and Wednesdays seem to be such more natural writing days for me, I guess) and I hope that’s OK! 🙂 haha…

    http://jenbaum-laughoftenlovemuch.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-down-still-long-ways-to-go.html

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  26. Is my slice up there? It says it’s waiting moderation. It’s my first slice so I don’t know if I am doing this right….

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  35. Corn on the cob holders…such a simple concept. They were created just for me, I swear.
    Growing up in New Jersey, July meant two things:no school and corn on the cob. We would buy the corn from the farmer down the road (New Jersey is the Garden State after all!) freshly picked out of the field that day. I got the job of shucking the corn out on the porch so the little silky “hairs” wouldn’t get all over the kitchen floor.
    Water boiling, filling the house with heat and steam, but no one seemed to mind – it meant corn was coming!
    “Get the corn holders ready! Mom called. They were kept in a special place in the back of the utensil drawer – kept safe in a bag for just such an occasion. I raced to the drawer and carefully unwrapped them. They are sharp, two-pronged…they have to be to dive into the corn stalk to protect my fingers from the heat of the corn.
    My dad never needed them, being a farmer himself once, his hands were tough. I couldn’t wait to jam the corn holder into the hot corn. I set the holders at everyone’s place and sat patiently waiting for the arrival of the corn on the cob.
    Even today, when I open the utensil drawer a little too deeply, I see them peeking out of their bag, waiting for corn season.

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