“Shake the Dust”
In the absence of a Child of the Kaites chapter this week, I’d like to share with you a Spoken Word that I’ve used with my students this week. Hopefully it can inspire you :)
In the absence of a Child of the Kaites chapter this week, I’d like to share with you a Spoken Word that I’ve used with my students this week. Hopefully it can inspire you :)
Here is a short story I wrote for an education class final project: Lincoln High There was something special about being the biggest introvert in Ms. Browning’s class. She let us choose our seats after the first month, so of course I picked one against the wall, near the back. It was the perfect spot…
Hey, lovely readers!! It’s been a while. Yes, I’m still alive, and no, I haven’t fallen into a dark hole and disappeared forever. So, today, I want to leave you with something short, sweet, and to the point. Perhaps it is best to start with a Relient K quote as the thesis: “Why don’t you…
April is shaping up to be an exciting month! I have three exciting pieces of news, two writing related, one personal. First Piece of News: The Weavers’ Blessing Update I previously announced the upcoming fifth birthday of The Weavers’ Blessing. In that announcement, I said its pretty new look would be coming to you on April 10th, its actual…
On this Palm Sunday, I wanted to share with you why this has become one of my very favorite holidays: In ancient Rome, “Triumph” was a very significant word. It meant far more than “the act, fact, or condition of being victorious” (dictionary.com definition of “triumph”). A Triumph was an extravagant, joyous parade through the capital city to the temple of Jupiter…
Sometimes in life, I find myself in a cycle that seems impossible to break. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but it can still feel frustrating. Today’s post is a poem I wrote about one such perplexing cycle. As a side note, today was an excellent day, and thanks to some good friends/acquaintances and…
Ah, to return to the innocence of youth! We were happy then, my sister and I, we were princesses in shiny-sequin skirts. Our feet swam in our aunt’s old fuchsia heels, back in the innocence of youth. We had a tea party, my little sister and I, with lemonade and goldfish. She was the guest,…
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