Tuesday, September 28, 2021


It's that time of year when leaves begin to fall, sweaters come out of hiding in the closet or drawers, and pumpkin spice is baked into every food product imaginable. 

But that also means it is time for #TeachWritetober21.

#TeachWritetober is a group of teacher-writers who challenge themselves to write for the month of October. No guidelines, no rules...just writing. Writing for me and only me. Writing what I want and when I want. Writing for the sheer joy of putting words on paper. Doesn't that sound wonderful?

But there is more! There is built-in support. If you don't know what to write about, each day you will get an email with an invite to write. If you already have a writing project, then that is ok too. There is an accountability sheet to help you keep track of your writing. 

Although there are no rules, I have set some goals for the month.

  • Increase joy writing - It seems as though most of my writing, when I do write, is attached to some type of commitment. I want to spend time in my notebook just for the joy of observing what is around me, capturing moments in my day, and experimenting with new muses.
  • Write five blog posts - I miss this writing space, but often wonder if blogs are becoming obsolete. I hope not, so I will plan to spend some here writing about a day in my life as a reader, a writer, and a teacher.
  • Be creative - I have recently found the joy of art journaling. I have bought some new supplies and want to try them out this month.
I try to teach my students that writing isn't all about school. That writing should be fun and playful and joyful. Maybe I need to practice telling that to myself this month.

If you would like to join me and many others for a month of writing, then check out all the information here. Come be a part of our third annual #Teachwritetober21 - where teacher-writers support other teacher-writers! 

We would love to have you!

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

The Harvest

This summer 
I walked a stretch of land--
open fields with 
corn planted to the north 
and beans to the south
and a new crop:

Each day
the plants grew,
leaves reaching 
for the sun,
roots stretching 
deep into the soil,
the soul of the earth.

And I walked
mile after mile
after mile.

We became friends.

Those fields 
welcomed my 
return each day,
even on the hot, humid ones.
They cheered me on
for that extra mile
and stood by me when 
I wanted to quit.

And they reminded me 
some day soon
I would reap
what I had sown...

the harvest.

I’m joining an open community of writers over at Sharing Our Stories: Magic in a Blog. If you write (or want to write) just for the magic of it, consider this your invitation to join us. #SOSmagic