Thursday, March 5, 2015

{#sol15} 5/31 Sometimes
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the thing you most want to write about, 
that moment 
that is upper most in your mind, 
you just can't write about. 

It's not really your story to tell, 
but it does affect you. 

The words float about in your brain, 
trying to come together, 
trying to recreate that moment that changed your day, 
changed your life. 
They are trying to come together 
to share a feeling, 
a moment.

But, they just aren't ready yet.

And you have to leave them
until the timing is right.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

{#sol15} 4/31 Never Count on a Snow Day
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You know how it goes....

You are listening to the weather before dinner. There is a winter weather advisory listed for your town. Freezing rain, 2-4 inches of snow, 35 mile per hour winds.

All the ingredients needed for a 


Homework waits.

You give your body and soul a much needed night off, secretly making a to-do list for tomorrow.

You check your weather app before bed.  It says that the weather will start about 3:00am, with the worst weather arriving between 6:00am and noon. Another needed ingredient.

You sleep. 



You sleep.

The alarm goes off at 6:30am. You immediately realize there was no robo-call about school being called off--or even LATE!  You look out the window.

No sleet
   No snow
      No freezing rain

All that work you put off last night!  Arrrggghhhhhhh!

You shower. Read drafts with coffee. Comment on rubrics about yesterdays speeches. Figure you will use time throughout the day for grading other things. 

And in your head, the words of advice you gave to students yesterday echo, "Don't count on a snow day. Get your work done tonight."

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

{#sol15} 3/31 Chloe Writes an Apology
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Chloe Writes...

Dear Little Sparrow,

I thought you wanted to
When you came in and 
around on our screened in deck.

I was so excited that
Came to play.
Someone to 
at and someone to play

It was 
for awhile.
I didn't know
I wasn't supposed to 

Monday, March 2, 2015

{#sol15} 2/31 Saturday Morning Musings
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I settle into my seat and the humming of the tires on the road lull me into a semi-conscious state. As I listen to the buzzing of teenage voices behind me, the music an undercurrent of
the anticipation,
the anxiety,
the nerves of the day,
I am transported back to another early Saturday morning with the same soundtrack.

It's all the same.
Except, of course,
That now I am the coach,
Not the teenager.

I remember vividly these early morning rides. The feeling in the pit of my stomach. Was it excitement or nerves? Probably a combination of both, and if you used it to fuel you, great things happened. But if that feeling controlled your mind, well, let's hope that didn't happen.

I remember the waiting for performances and then waiting for results. I remember the friends who stood behind me, ready to congratulate me or support me, whatever the situation required.

In forty years, nothing has really changed. Except now, not only do I have to take care of MY 
I also have to take care of their

Back on the bus with my speech kids, it's a good place to be.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

{#sol15} 1/31 If It's March, I Must Write

Five years ago, I started a journey. I didn't know if I could do it. Could I really write for 30 days in a row?  If I did, would anyone read it?

And then, an amazing thing happened. People did read it. And they liked it. And even though I haven't been writing as much the last year, when I do write, those same people welcome me back into the fold like I never left.

And that's why I love this slice of life community. It's why March wouldn't be the same without writing and sharing with this group.

So welcome to Coffee with Chloe.

It's a little bit of this and a little bit of....

She told me she wasn't going to write this year. 

She told me she was too tired, too busy to write. So there would be more time for me! 

She's almost done with her crazy speech schedule, she said, so we'd be able to start walking again after school. 

But nooooooooo....... She's going to write in this silly challenge again. 

And this is Chloe. Sometimes, she whines writes too.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Celebrating 32 years and a Couple of Weeks

We never should have met, my husband and I. We didn't live in the same town. We weren't the same age. We didn't do the same things.

Ironically, we had one person in common.

His new step-mother was the mother of one of  my best high school friends.

32 two years and a couple of weeks ago, my high school friend Scott called me up and asked if I would go to his mother's wedding reception with him. Scott is gay and at the time, his mother didn't know it. Scott knew his mom was going to fix him up with a friend and he wanted to avoid that, so he called me. I was supposed to do something with Teri, my best friend from high school that night so Scott said, "Bring her along!"

So I did.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Scott saw his new step-brother getting out of his car. He said to Teri and I, "That's Greg. We should invite him to sit with us. I know Mom is trying to fix him up too."

So we did.

I was a young single mom trying to make it. He lived several hours away and had no reason to want this relationship.

But he did.

We'll celebrate 31 years of marriage this year. We raised two great men,  who gave us six wonderful grandkids to love and spoil. It wasn't easy. It definitely wasn't hearts and flowers and romantic dinners. It was hard, really hard. But we worked at it every single day. We had each other as a safe place to land when they world got rough.

So today, I want to say thanks to my husband. Thanks for taking a chance on that cold, snowy night 32 years and a couple of weeks ago. I love you.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Celebrating Speech and the Alumni

Discover. Play. Build.

I started a poem on the bus to contest today, thinking it would be my celebration. It was cozy and warm and full of love for my speech kids.

We had a great day. Good performances. Half of the groups are moving on to state competition.

Great day.

As always, I posted pictures on our Facebook page

When we first started the Facebook page, it was private and only the current students could join it. Once they graduated, I would delete them.

And then I quit that. I decided to leave graduates part of the group because, really, they are still part of us. They are our foundation. And I like that they will post comments supporting those who are still there even if they don't know who some of them are.

And tonight, as I was sitting here telling my husband what a great day we had and how much I love my speech kids. And how proud of them I am. And all the great moments we had. I received this Facebook message from an alumni

I cried. 

Honestly, as I write this, I still am.

Because as teachers, we always want to know that we made a difference. That we mattered. 

And this message from alumni proves that, somehow, I did. I mattered.

How can I not celebrate that?