Saturday, November 5, 2011

Teaching the Core

I like to think of myself as a creative teacher, but the last few years, my creativity has been snuffed out a bit! I've rediscovered a creative community of educators on Pinterest, so I'm going to attempt to maintain this blog as a "teacher blog" and share some of my own creations with others who've been equally generous.
Keep calm and teach on.
To the core and beyond!

Friday, January 7, 2011

Word Nerds

I am not really into sports....but I think what I feel at the school spelling bee is probably what loyal fans feel during their favorite games! I love words. I am intrigued by the way words become trendy, and the way people copy patterns like this: So. Done. With. It. Does anyone know where that came from?!
Why is the word "epic" used so frequently all of a sudden?
Why do I seem to have terrible letters in all of my Words with Friends games?!

Good word nerd news: I introduced Bananagrams to my kids at school today. The kid in my class who struggles the most with reading and spelling wanted to know where you can get it, because He. Wants. It.!

Monday, June 28, 2010


I am out of the loop. I have not read any of the Twilight series books. I haven't seen the movie and I definitely didn't wear a "Team Edward" shirt to school the day the first movie was released! I had friends not much younger than me who stayed up until midnight to see the movie and got up and were working with kids at 7:45 the next morning. Yeah, no.
Lost? No.
Dancing with the Old Stars? No
American Idol? Two acts, possibly. I saw a girl with dreads and thought she was pretty good.

When Jesus said, "I have come that you might have life, and have it abundantly," what does that mean to you?!
I always thought it meant "Live life to the fullest...Don't waste your time and make excuses, or assume you have decades left on this planet." I'm really trying to shave off some of my time-wasters and fill those hours with things that speak life, truth, and love.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Summer Stuff

You don't have to go far to get some rest, inspiration and relaxation in the summer. Take advantage of the longer days and lightened schedule (hopefully!) and read Crazy Love by Francis Chan with me! I'm on chapter two, and so far, it's wonderful.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Missing Dad

I'm missing my dad today. He passed away on Feb. 12, 1996. At his memorial service, my aunt commented on how fitting it was that he went to heaven just in time for Valentine's Day. He was a very loving dad and husband. I don't think I ever saw my mom open her own car door. When I came home from school on Valentine's Day, there would be a little cardboard box of chocolates propped up against my pillow in my room. They were the kind that had the changing visual effect of a winking eye on a zebra or other character. Remember that?! Mom would get a big box with the fancy silk roses on the front. Dad had giant arms and hands that would crush you beneath his squeeze and hugs. He was my biggest cheerleader, saying constantly, "You can do it honey. You're the smartest girl I know." He left me in good hands with Alex. I was just marveling the other day how blessed and fortunate I am to go from having a dad like that to having a husband who encourages me and wants me to do everything I've dreamed of....except going to Russia...I remember when I mentioned that as we daydreamed in our 20s that he thought that was ridiculous. I'll bet he's changed his mind!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Growing Up

We went to the wedding of our friend's daughter this evening. They were some of our first friends here in Fayetteville. After church one December in 1995, our three families went to Powerhouse for lunch and I remember our comparing places we'd lived and what life was like in Fayetteville. Today as their beautiful daughter walked down the aisle, I became teary as I remembered her coming to Sunday School in her beautiful dresses and shiny shoes. The wedding was very nice. It started with a song from Psalms, and a heartfelt greeting by the groom himself.

During the service, we recited The Lord's Prayer. I thought to myself, "Wow...what an awesome thing to hear this church full of people in prayer together!" When the pastor gave a benediction at the end, I thought, "Hey, that's kind of cool...having some words of scripture and blessing and encouragement spoken over you as you depart!" I guess after 39 years of growing up in the United Methodist Church, it's comforting to be back in the familiar. And the older I get, the more I realize that the bold, opinionated and passionate I'm-going-to-make-some-change attitudes get tempered as you become older and have a few more life experiences!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Quit Your Griping!!

Get ready for a rant. You may be lucky enough to have coasted through life without many challenges or a loss. Unfortunately, you have fellow citizens in this life who are dealing with true hurts and difficulties of the heart-wrenching level. In the midst of browsing through my friends' Facebook updates in which they are complaining about going to their job today or griping about the weather God's dealt up for the day, I'm daily reading inspiring reflections from our former pastor, Tim Webster, whose lovely young wife is at home with hospice care after a year-long battle with a brain tumor. Lara blogged every day about her treatments and what was going on with them, their church family in Maryland at Uniontown Bible Church, and their three young kids. Every day, there was something to laugh or cry about as she honestly wrote about the pain and hope. However, she always kept a positive outlook. Her God is in control, so what more could she want? About three weeks ago, Lara lost her ability to be able to speak or type to put together sentences. Her loving husband is reporting daily, and still, NO GRIPING!! He shares a word from The Word every day that God has given him that helps him cope. Please join me in praying for their family.

I remember my dad, my hero. He was just a blue collar guy who went to a bit of college, but had great wisdom born of circumstances. When he was five, he watched from behind a piece of furniture in the kitchen as his drunken and enraged father shot his mother through the kitchen window. He told me at the end of his life that he'd lived his whole life with a picture in his head of his mom lying on the floor in a pool of blood. His dad turned the gun on himself following her shooting and left behind 7 orphaned children in the midst of the Depression to aunts and uncles who were having trouble taking care of their own families. When my dad was an adult, he fell in love with my mom, and when they couldn't have children of their own, adopted two kids. When I was 2 and my brother was 4 mos. old, we were coming home from a visit to my grandparents in Tahlequah, OK, and we had a terrible wreck. My brother Frank died on impact, and my mom was paralyzed on the left side of her body for the rest of her life. From what I can piece together now, I think she suffered from depression and fibromyalgia until she passed away when I was 14. But EVERY NIGHT before dinner, my dad prayed, "Lord, bless those who are less fortunate than us." I remember one day when I was older thinking, "Dad! Who is less fortunate than YOU, for crying out loud?!!" He never complained. He felt blessed to have me, even though I was a handful as a kid, and to have the days he had with my mom. He was thankful to have a job and his remaining family members.

So, I hope I've given you some inspiration today, even if it's in a "take you out to the woodshed" kind of way. Sometimes we need an encouraging word, and sometimes we need a kick in the pants. The other day I remembered how sometimes when I was having a fit as a kid, my mom would say, "Stop that crying, or I'll give you something to cry about!" Although this isn't the way I think God works, I hate to tempt Him by showing ungratefulness for what he's given me, or how he's dishing up the weather!