I'm tired. Don't want to open my computer. So sore. Itching to write some fiction instead. I blog anyway. Because I know writers write when they don't feel like it. I know writers write every day. I know writers have tenacity. I want to be a writer.
Category: slice of life
Not Enough (Ruth’s SOLS)
One thing Slice of Life has made clear to me this month is how full my life is. Being on the look out for a slice each day makes me hyper aware of all the small moments filling up my days. I'm intentional about the "stuff" in my day. I think about saying yes and… Continue reading Not Enough (Ruth’s SOLS)
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Kindergarten Roundup (Ruth’s SOLS)
Tonight I took the little guy to kindergarten roundup. Unfortunately we spent most of our time in long lines. The thing is, I couldn't help but stand beside him in awe. He practiced patient waiting. He read a book. He drew a picture. He talked to the people around us. He smiled and smiled and… Continue reading Kindergarten Roundup (Ruth’s SOLS)
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Home (Ruth’s SOLS)
Have you ever wanted to write something, but you're sure your words are never ever going to do it justice? That's how I feel about tonight's slice. Some of you may know I've challenged myself to an additional goal for SOLSC -- to collect a photo for each slice. The photo is from years ago,… Continue reading Home (Ruth’s SOLS)
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Processing My Learning (Ruth’s SOLS)
One of my favorite parts of my job is I am privileged to a lot of professional development. Often when I travel to conferences, I attend with our district reading coach, Deb Gaby. Over the years, Deb and I have developed a comfortable routine of traveling together. I know she likes some alone… Continue reading Processing My Learning (Ruth’s SOLS)
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Dinner (Ruth’s SOLS)
This weekend I have the privilege of attending the Michigan Reading Association conference. I'm always surprised how surreal life seems when I attend a conference. The normal evening things like dinner, baths, books, bed are replaced with things like sessions, book shopping, professional conversations. Tonight when my grilled shrimp came to the table I just had to… Continue reading Dinner (Ruth’s SOLS)
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Too Late (Ruth’s SOLS)
I am ready to collapse. [end of slice] Updated 11 March 2011: Thank you for your kind comments.
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Here’s to Teamwork! (Ruth’s SOLS)
Tonight was a quiet night. Andy had to go back to work, so it was just the kids + me. We played games, ate dinner, went through the whole getting ready for the next day routine, changed bed sheets, and picked up so the house is ready for Dessert Club tomorrow. At the end of… Continue reading Here’s to Teamwork! (Ruth’s SOLS)
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This is Where You’ll Find Me(Ruth’s SOLS)
This is where you'll find me at the end of the day, cuddling with kids, reading bedtime stories. Then they go to bed and . . . This is where you'll find me blogging. This is where you'll find me reading. This is where you'll find me watching crime shows. This is where you'll find… Continue reading This is Where You’ll Find Me(Ruth’s SOLS)
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Dinner with Friends (Ruth’s SOLS)
We walked through our first adoptions together. Our friendship was built around the ups and downs of becoming adoptive parents. That was six years ago. Since then they have adopted three more children and we have adopted two more. Currently they have four kids under the age of five and we have three, ages 9,… Continue reading Dinner with Friends (Ruth’s SOLS)
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Board Games (Ruth’s SOLS)
Board games are a very good thing. When the girls first moved home we played them all the time. I'd love to write more, but our Internet has quit & posting from my phone is a little clunky. So this Slice is quite simply: Board games are a very good thing.
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Reading Together (Ruth’s SOLS)
“Excuse me Mom,” Sam said as we ended a chapter in The Magician’s Elephant. When he talks like this it always makes me smile. I pause and look at him. “You know, I’ve been thinking about Gloria Dump.” “Gloria Dump?” I raise my eyebrows. “Yes. Gloria Dump. In Because of Winn Dixie. Do you remember?”… Continue reading Reading Together (Ruth’s SOLS)
