A Poem by Luci Shaw

    “…for who can endure the day of his coming?”  ~ Malachi 3:2   When an angel snapped the old thin threads of speech with an untimely birth announcement, slit the seemly cloth of an even more blessed event with shears of miracle, invaded the privacy of a dream, multiplied to ravage the dark silk … More A Poem by Luci Shaw

Snow-flakes (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Out of the bosom of the Air,       Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare,       Over the harvest-fields forsaken,             Silent, and soft, and slow             Descends the snow. * Even as our cloudy fancies take       Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the … More Snow-flakes (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

“Listen. Are you breathing…” (quotes by Mary Oliver)

Below are some inspiring and beautiful quotes by Pulitzer Prize winning poet, Mary Oliver.  *********************************************************************** “Listen. Are you breathing and calling it a life?”   “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”   “Tell me, what … More “Listen. Are you breathing…” (quotes by Mary Oliver)

Broken Bread

  38 “How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.” When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.” 39 Then Jesus directed them to have all the people sit down in groups on the green grass. 40 So they sat down in groups of hundreds and fifties. 41 Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up … More Broken Bread

Persuasive Inoculation Theory (and Defending One’s Faith)

If you are a regular reader, you know that I am a debate coach, and my kids participate in Team Policy Debate. For the past 4-5 years, we have tried to attend one debate camp each summer. It gives us a jumpstart on the upcoming season, information about the new resolution, new tips, and gets the … More Persuasive Inoculation Theory (and Defending One’s Faith)

Freely Roam (poem)

      Freely Roam   You know I long to roam, at my will Like wildlife and buffalo In the wild backdrop of forested hills I see herds on the path, just downhill Past steaming springs, bubbling above ground It makes me long to roam, at my will I hike back trails and hear … More Freely Roam (poem)

love to read?

Last Saturday, my two boys and I packed the car, left at 6am, drove 850 miles, and arrived at 6:30 pm at my parents’ house, in time for dinner, and a few days before my siblings and families were scheduled to arrive for Thanksgiving. We had a long car ride (I was the only driver) … More love to read?

Midnight Prayer (poem)

It is not simply for evening breeze, dark  pond, lustrous inky sky, hum of crickets, cool grass, evensong of creatures, that she emerges. It is the lure of soul awakening, nudging, prodding, drawing her into depths visible only at night. She roams moon-soaked fields, slips in the swirling river. Awakened from death, she finds herself … More Midnight Prayer (poem)

Going Home (poem)

Going Home Sweetness drips, roosts on the edge of the blade, and my feet aren’t hurt. Finding a multitude at any given moment, I am undone, orbiting on an imaginary hammock, swinging and creating my own breeze.  I gaze up to see the v-shaped geese, flying to the same place at perfectly spaced intervals. I … More Going Home (poem)

Small Things

Small Things He smiles through wrinkles She’s in the nursing home now A tear slides down his cheek He brushes it away She doesn’t see He pushes the wheelchair Slowly up the ramp he had built So she could visit her home And he’s never in his home anymore Because he’s with her in that … More Small Things

Tale of a Dead Cat

  The year was 1976. I was a little kid; we had just moved to a small town in northeastern Alabama, the first family from India to move in that area within a 75 mile radius. We were moving from the north, and my father was looking for a job as a doctor. People warned … More Tale of a Dead Cat

tea monsoon (poem)

rivers stream down verdant hills   sweetly spiced tears submerge millions in a tea monsoon a paradoxical wine fills the cups on a village farm road, tractor meets ox-cart, moves past women carrying woven baskets on their heads the silk sari shop shares the same doorstep as the old beggar woman in faded blue cotton … More tea monsoon (poem)

Dry River

Just down the street a bit, there is a wooden bench right by the river.  I do not come here as often as I should, or as often as I think about coming. Yet, I have come in all the seasons, except winter; it is not so easy to linger in the winter. Besides the two … More Dry River

Crushed (poem)

Falling, like leaves Dreams pile   In cordate heaps I follow a leaf floating In a wild wind   Like the leaf— Unzipped, undone By words, by a breath Falling to a death Of proportions previously Unknown Surrendered, Fallen, released, Crushed On forest floor. This, the wine of autumn Sweetness released  By dusty copper shards … More Crushed (poem)

Learning Styles

Some years ago, I gave my youngest son a math worksheet with about 20 problems. Since he was in elementary school, it was probably some simple arithmetic. These were timed math drill worksheets, designed to test math facts that we practiced with flash cards, and the goal was to keep learning the math facts proficiently and to … More Learning Styles