Confession Tuesday
Happy Tuesday! Time for your confessions. Share a little of yourself with us and we promise to do the same.
The photo above the Grolier Poetry Book Shop. If you look closely, you'll see a poster for the Massachusetts Poetry Festival in the window. I didn't design it, but I am working on the marketing for the festival so I'm very proud of this year's look and feel.
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Ah, April. You are a bit cruel, aren't you?
I'm extremely disappointed not to have made it through this April's poem-a-day challenge. The festival has pretty much overtaken my free time. I'm writing sporadically, and will probably come back to writing poems regularly in late May. Ugh.
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Last evening, I let the kids ride their bikes in the street--first time this spring. And I found myself deliriously happy watching them ride around in circles. It's clear how much they've grown, how confident they have gotten with a little age under their belts. Maybe it was the idea that spring is here and darkness was about to overtake us. I'm just happy I get to experience these mom moments.
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As I type this, my daughter is watching her Schoolhouse Rock DVD. Current episode? "The Shot Heard Round the World," one of the history lessons. I'm glad she loves these mini school lessons as much as I did when I was a child. Schoolhouse Rock is better than much of what is on television for kids today.
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I confess that my favorite Schoolhouse Rock clip is "Conjunction Junction, what's your function!" Do you have a favorite?
Comments
I've written a poem a day since March 30th, but quantity is not always concomitant with quality! There have been some surprising results, some drafts I'd like to keep and work on.
I don't think I have a confession for Confession Tuesday!
I think the Schoolhouse Rock series has much to teach us about the value of a great song that can help us remember information. Not that this information is new, of course. But I like to think of Alternate Life Kristin, hard at work at teaching songs for the next generation . . . what is she writing, I wonder?