Rainy Autumn Afternoon

Rainy autumn afternoon
No color in the sky
Except shades of gray

Meanwhile the trees
Still boldly flaunt
A palette of colors

Lingering summer greens
Frosted blue-green spruce
Dark velvety evergreen

Shocks of brilliant yellow
Sunflower and dandelion
Harvest gold

Splashes of orange
Pumpkin and persimmon
Leaves aflame

Fiery blazing red
Darker deep burgundy
Warming cool fall days

Hints of brown
Burnished copper
Bare bark

Empty limbs rise
In stark contrast
Against cloudy sky

Rainy autumn afternoon
Gray day
Bright day


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Do You Know?

It’s a brief, simple statement followed by a question. “It is 11 o’clock. Do you know where your children are?” A police officer says it, looking directly into the camera.

It is a tradition recently revived in our city. I remember hearing it when I was in high school, but it was just a voice then. Something about seeing a different officer each evening, repeating this same statement and question feels important. My children are adults now, but I think of my elementary students and their middle school and high school siblings. I hope their parents are hearing the message and taking it to heart. There is too much violence and loss in our city. Too much crime that hurts our youth.

This public service announcement, in the face of it all, may be a small action. I hope it is big enough to save a child, a family.

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Random Recent Events and Thoughts

Here are a few things that have been going on lately- couldn’t seem to decide what to write today, so I thought I would just do a list and see what popped up.

1. I didn’t want to see it, but today I saw the realtor’s sign in the yard at my mom’s house. All summer and into the fall, my sisters, brothers, and sisters-in-law worked to get the house ready. So many tears shed, so much laughter shared, so many memories sorted through…and now there’s a sign in the yard…

2. My baby will celebrate her 21st birthday in 10 days. I cannot believe it yet.

3. That same baby planned a surprise birthday dinner for me. She gave me a bouquet of roses. My month-old nephew was there, his first public outing. My brothers and sisters-in-law weren’t there, except for the selfies they sent showing them at the restaurant the night before- which to give them credit, was my actual birthday.

4. It’s Fall Break! Two weeks!

5. There was a morning rainbow, but I missed seeing it except in pictures on the news. This evening the weather forecaster announced there will be a blood moon visible early tomorrow morning. I won’t miss that.

6. My brother spent hours on Saturday installing a new disposal under my kitchen sink and replacing the ruined flooring where the old one had leaked. We went to lunch together. I loved that time together.

7. I opened windows to let the fresh fall air in, and our two cats jumped up into the window to enjoy it, batting at the tree leaves rustling in the breeze just out of their reach.

8. My sister and I went to the movie The Good Lie. What a powerful story!

9. Someone made a jealous remark. It hurts deeply.

10. Someone shared tears. Very unexpectedly. It was a holy moment. I was honored to be so trusted.

11. My sister is moving next week. I’ll be there for her.

12. Did I mention it’s Fall Break? Two weeks! Thank goodness!

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North Star

I step outside
My eyes are drawn up to the sky
Dark still, but clear
Bright stars scattered across
Guiding North Star
Shining brightest-
Constant, true

I needed to see that-
Hope gathered
Once again
Within me

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An Angel Behind

A print of an old painting hangs on my wall. In the foreground, two children cross a rickety bridge. The big sister gently guides her little brother, her arm around his shoulder, her face turned toward him. If there were sound, I am sure it would be softly whispered words of encouragement. There is a little uncertainty in the boy’s expression, but still, there is a hint of a smile. Behind the children hovers an angel. She brings calm into the picture. Kindness beams from her face, and her hands reach protectively toward the children. Yet she allows the children to make their way on their own.

Who is that angel in your life?

(See the picture here.)

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It’s Hot, It’s Humid

We have been blessed with mild weather this summer. Some have complained it hasn’t really been summer weather at all. The forecasters have speculated endlessly about when or if we were going to hit the 90 degree mark. So far we still haven’t. But the last few days it has been hot. It has been humid. Clouds hung in the sky all day, bursting into pouring rain, thunder and lightning in the evenings.

Even when shut inside with air conditioning, the slightest exertion makes you drip with sweat. Open the door and step outside and you smack into a wall of thick, oppressive air. The rain has made the lawn turn into a jungle of tall, tall grass, but you wilt at the mere thought of pushing the mower over it.

Open the car door and the heat billows out almost visibly. You crank up the air conditioner to its highest setting so you can endure the ride. Driving past open spaces, you see fog clinging to the ground. You get out of the car and your glasses fog up so you can’t see.

Do you feel it? It’s hot. It’s HUMID. I am longing for the crisp cool days of autumn!

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Back to School

I’m in the midst of the whirlwind first days of school. To make this back to school crazier than usual, we are starting the year with a sub principal and minus two sixth grade teachers- no subs! So I temporarily became a 6th grade teacher, which is making the whirlwind seem like a hurricane. Still, I had a nice moment this afternoon.

I used a short passage from The House on Mango Street as a mentor text for writing about “My Name.” After the lesson, R came to me with a smile. “I read some of the stories in that book,” she said. I told her I had just started reading it, and that I especially enjoyed how the author wrote about each member of the family having different hair. Her favorite, she told me, is the lady who had too many kids.

It was a tiny slice of life, but I was impressed once again with an idea I believe… students respond when they see themselves and their culture in literature. Also, when we use mentor texts as a matter of fact and often, exchanges like this one become an exchange between two readers- equal contributors to the conversation. It made me smile!

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