Merely Day By Day

It's Tuesday.   Two Writing Teachers are hosting Slice of Life today.  Stop by and join the conversation by reading, commenting, or sharing your story.   "Remember the book we used to read:   Goodnight Moon ?  I feel like I need to go around the house and say goodbye to everything this morning before I leave," my daughter said as she got ready to move her carload full of "must haves" to college. How could I forget?  I'm pretty sure I read that book to her five times each day while she toddled around the house all of those years ago.  I smile to myself at the memory that seems long ago and like yesterday all at the same time.  Where has the time gone?  Bringing myself back to reality I scan the house to see if we have forgotten to load anything.  The day is sure to be a long one full of lifting, putting together, and getting settled. Though I know I will miss her, I'm also excited for her.  I make a conscious effort to let th...

It's Poetry Friday.  Today's event is hosted by Mary Lee Hahn at A Year of Reading .   Stop by today's round up for more poetry .   In a week I begin a new journey as I move from my first grade classroom to a reading intervention position in our building.  It's the first time I've been without a classroom to arrange, a class list to call my own, or a classroom community to begin to build.  It's a little unsettling.  I'm excited about this new opportunity and am beginning to rethink my community --- it's just larger.  Find my class list --- it's the classes I will be working with in the upcoming year.   I stumbled upon this poem this evening that seemed fitting as I find my way in this new place.   Lost  by David Wagoner from Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press.   Stand still.  The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost.  Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a power...