Word by Word

Creating myself one word at a time.

Haunted Library book

I don’t remember what I was reading in first grade…or second…not even third. I begin to have vague recollections around fourth with Roald Dahl’s The BFG and The Babysitter’s Club books. There is nightly tradition in my house. My son and I curl up in my bed with the book we’re currently reading together. We …

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June 4, 2014

My six year-old informed his older sister, who is in high school, that the text he’d just read was, in fact, informational text. The implication being it was fact and she should not argue with him. I’m raising a future debater. I can just feel it.

Cringing when I entered my password for this blog, I knew the date of my last post would be staring at me from the screen. Guilt, predictably, was the emotion I felt. Three months. Three. Somewhere in the middle of February I lost focus…or steam…or ability to manage my time. Whatever the problem, I went …

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Old letters

When I was in the fifth grade, my class took a field trip. Well, we took a few, but there was one that stuck with me. My family was living in Grand Forks, North Dakota, where my father was stationed at the Air Force base. There was a local hero in Grand Forks and the …

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September 14, 2013

My son is now in Kindergarten. This week his first school book order arrived. He had poured over the book order forms and placed an “x” next to each item he wanted. When he brought his new books out for me to see, he cradled them in his hands like something fragile. My heart swelled.

 

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