I Believe...

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I believe in Santa Claus. I’m a thirty year old mother of two and I still believe in Santa Claus…

That was the beginning of the very first paper I ever wrote in college. I was thirty years old and taking college classes for the very first time in my life. I didn’t know anything about writing. I didn’t know anything about college classes or even if I could pass a college class. But I knew I wanted to, and I knew I wanted to teach. So when the instructor asked us to write about something we believed in I did the only thing I knew. I wrote from my heart.

The essay ended up be much more than a whimsical belief in Santa Claus (of course) it was a gateway to some childhood memories that although they weren’t the happiest, they told the story of the resilience of a mother and the child-like understanding that not everything is like it seems, but if you believe…in something…someone you can make it through.


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“She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realized that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.”

― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

Today I didn’t teach what was on my lesson plans. I started the day reading a book called “What do you do with an Idea.” As I neared the end I decided what a great way to teach mental images. So as I turned the next page I read the words, but did not show the pictures. The kids were unusually quiet. I read the rest of the book without showing “the idea.” As we finished I explained what mental images are. How we use them to become better readers. And what we use to make them.

Off we went to make our own mental images of an idea. Then we shared. And we talked about the power of mental images and using our imagination to become stronger readers, and enjoy the text we are reading.

We didn’t get to reading groups today. Today we shared our mental images, and shared our ideas about what to do with an idea.

It was just an idea I had-while sharing a story.


No explanations needed. These are my blessings. I am blessed. Beyond words. post signature

Gather New Friends

The other day I was talking to a “friend” on Facebook. And I said “you don’t know me very well.” And her reply was “aww I don’t. But you’re pretty awesome so far.” That has stayed with me since she said it. We “met” through social media, from a common interest, Rae Dunn pottery. I really don’t know this girl or many others that I have had friendly conversations with about pottery; but I feel as if we have been friends for years.

This pottery has brought me many beautiful pieces of pottery for my home, but it has brought me so much more. I have met sweet and interesting people from many parts of the US. Places that I have never traveled to or seen, but now that I have met these woman I find a desire to visit each one.

The irony in my new obsession and need to collect is that the very first piece I collected was a mug with my OLW for this year. GATHER. I knew as soon as I saw the mug I had to have it because of the connection. What I didn’t know was what this one little mug would bring me. What relationships and friendships I would “gather” from a mug.
So for my friend Karina I plan to Gather here every day until Thanksgiving to gather my thoughts and gather my words to help my friend get to know me a little better, and then we do finally meet face to face it will be as if we have known each other forever