"A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become." - W. H. AudenĀ 

No Stuff

“I have no stuff to imagination with”.
My daughter made this declarative statement over a month ago as we were discussing why she wanted to bring her toy kitchen up from the basement and back into her room. Since then those seven words continue to rattle around in my brain.
“I have no stuff to imagination with”.
Everyone [...]

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Summer is here

It’s raining tonight. A gentle rain. Quiet enough that I didn’t notice it as I was going through the bedtime routine with the girls. Only when I opened the front door to take the dog outside did the rain capture my attention.
I heard the rain fall on the broad leaves of the hosta plants next [...]

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Observations from the Skating Rink

Imagine a roller rink filled with 9 & 10 year olds. The noise, the excitement, the screams, the giggles, the laughter, the falls, the speeds, the smiles, the chaos.
I don’t have to imagine it. I lived it last week with a handful of other parents as we joined Mrs. Williams and the 4th graders who [...]

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