Slice of Life Tuesday: Give it a Go

This week on the Two Writing Teachers site, I posted about a strategy I tried with my students: Give it a Go. Basically, we look for amazing skill or strategy with writing, then try it out for ourselves to see what will happen.

I introduced the idea to one of my groups of fourth-graders today, so I thought I’d share what I wrote alongside them. After reading a passage from Natalie Babbitt’s Tuck Everlasting, we all focused on creating descriptive writing. Here’s my (admittedly autobiographical) contribution:

Handwritten text in a notebook

She lowered her backpack to the floor, the muffled thud reflecting her general discouragement. Shuffling to the back bedroom, she let her bare feet slide across the wood, picking up the dust and dog hair she meant to vacuum up the day before.

√ Work clothes: OFF
√ Pajamas: ON
√ Fuzzy heart rainbow socks: ON

Over on the nightstand, and on the dusty window-seat behind it, lay an array of books and magazines. Some were arranged neatly like soldiers – spines out, one next to another. Others (the current selections) lay strewn about on the nightstand, sticky notes and gift cards in place of the bookmarks she had a wealth of, but could never seem to find in her time of need.

Casually, she reached down and picked up a cloth-bound novel whose dust jacket (and upper left corner) were gored by Winnie, the wiry-haired Chocolate Labradoodle with an affinity for head scratches and an anxious disposition.

After making herself a steaming mug of chamomile tea and snapping off a few squares of dark chocolate, she brought herself to the worn, sandy-brown sofa in the living room.


That’s as far as I got today. My inspiration was actually the sensation of being snuggled under my favorite blanket while reading, but the writing pulled me elsewhere. Perhaps I’ll get to it, perhaps I won’t. But it WAS fun to give it a try.

Floating the Boat

Here I am, eyeball-deep in school and life and whatnot.

What’s keeping me happy, sane, and grounded?

Here’s what I’ve got…

Two adorable doggos
These sweet, sweet girlies

Smiling couple
This great guy (aren’t we the cutest?)

Sunrise on a street with trees
Mornings like these, made even better by the company of a friend

A woman lifting a barbell
The chance to pick things up and put things down again

A sample web design for writing
A sneak preview of the resource page I’m designing. Squee!

Baked challah bread
A challah that finally, finally, FINALLY turned out exactly right…

Sticky note with kind words from a student
I keep this up on the board behind me. Sometimes I need a reminder!

…and you? What joys, big and small, carry YOU along today? I’d love to hear about them!

Slice of Life Tuesday: Sharing the Wealth

I’m on a mission.

I believe that kids really aren’t going to care about essay structure, or grammar, or spelling, or mechanics, or writer’s craft, if they don’t see a point to writing.

Because I believe that if kids don’t think they have something to say, or that nobody is going to listen, there really isn’t a point to writing.

And I believe that the way to convince kids they have something to say, and that someone is going to listen, is to allow them to WRITE stuff. And READ other kids’ stuff.

And while they’re writing and reading all of that stuff, they may as well have fun doing it.

Enter Choice Writing Time. It’s 15 minutes of time dedicated each week to letting kids write whatever they want, however they want. Our district started this practice last year, and we’re building on it this year with more support for teachers and students. And goodies. LOTS of goodies. Together as a cohort this summer, my colleagues and I developed a supply list for classroom writing kits.

Yes, each classroom teacher now has their own kit, full of supplies like kid-sized journals, fun paper and pens, and folders to store their writing stuff. Will it change the world? Probably not. Will it single-handedly create writers out of all of our students? Hmmm. But will it at some fun and novelty to the writing experience? You betcha.

And don’t we deserve to have fun? Don’t students deserve to feel successful as writers? Don’t teachers deserve to remember what it’s like to experience teaching as an art form? Yes, yes, and YES.

A few photos from the process:

Boxes ready to open
Well…happy birthday to ME! Whee!

Empty packing boxes - LOTS of them!
Holy packing boxes, Batman!

Writing kits set out on tables
Getting all organized and ready to go!

Writing kit shown up close
Writing kit, ready for its close-up shot!

Photo of a writing kit brochure
A quick user’s guide. Bottom line? Use these materials how YOU see fit, teachers! Trust your intuition!

Slice of Life Day 12: Time Capsule

Here we are at Day 12 of the Slice of Life Challenge. We’re almost halfway through, friends!


I’m not much of a Facebooker anymore. I used to be on there often, commenting and posting and what-not. Now, I’m there to do two things: 1) lurk around a little bit, and 2) look back over at my memories from years past.

It was while looking over my memories that I saw a post from seven years ago. It’s almost like I had sat down to write a letter to me today. It resonates, resounds, holds true and truer:

Slice of Life Day 11: On Days Off

Today’s Day 11 of the Slice of Life Challenge. Thought I’d use today’s post to catch a mood.


Why no, I’m not spending my Saturday…

skipping my workout
checking my work email
making to-do lists
eating cookies
reading student work
ignoring my to-do lists
re-checking my work email
glued to the couch

…why do you ask?

Slice of Life Day 10: Challenge Accepted!

There I was yesterday, cruising around and commenting on some great blogs during the Slice of Life Challenge, when I came across GirlGriot’s musings about the noises she was hearing from under a grate by her apartment building. I thought…now THIS is a great story prompt, and I told her so. Before I knew it, she challenged me to write, and before I knew it, I accepted.

‘Round about this afternoon, I was fretting over my 5th grade language arts class. I had my standard lesson planned, but I could tell from their energy this morning that I was NOT going to have them engaged with Business As Usual.

I read the original post to my students and issued a challenge: can WE write those monster stories? And, just to make the challenge even more fun, can we do it with 100-word stories? Lo and behold, we all jumped into the opportunity fully and excitedly. My work is shared below. And…hop over to GirlGriot. She’s got some good stuff going on!

There’s some full-on mischief happening here. And I LOVE it.

Stacie prayed it was over when the construction crews came. She hoped the monster, with its phlegmy grumbles, was silenced. GONE.

Until she ran the disposal.

Up reached a gelatinous hand, followed by an arm, head, torso, into full corpulent, schlubby splendor.

“Who are YOU?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Morrie. Morrie Fatberg. Looks like they flushed me out downstairs, so I’ll be crashing on your couch.”

Morrie coughed, a familiar, liquid rumble that rattled Stacie’s teeth. “Ya got a Ricola?”

Stacey handed Morrie a dishwasher tab instead.

Try as she might, Stacie never COULD get that grease stain from the rug…

Do giggles count as extra words?

Want to read my kids’ work for yourself? I’ve offered them up in the comment section of GirlGriot’s post. =))

Slice of Life Day 9: Current Conditions

Here we are at day 9 of the Slice of Life Challenge! Today had me thinking: you know, even though it seems corny for stories to have the weather reflect moods in characters, I have to admit that sometimes…well, sometimes the weather gets it right.


Oh!,
perhaps,
she pondered,
upon seeing
the weather outside
as it rained, snowed, threatened
to grow bleaker and bleaker,
the environment darkening,
reflecting an accurate likeness
of the heart’s atmospheric conditions,
perhaps I can only hope this is
not a metaphor for a sad
state of affairs, but merely
a good omen – just a
harbinger that might
bear with it the
promise of
a snow
day

Slice of Life Day 8: Picture This

Photo-based slices seem to be my pace lately. But I’m still Slicing, still sharing, still enjoying.


The last day or two brought their fair share of enjoyment. Among the things I have to celebrate:

Second- and third-grade students coaching each other on their stories. Three Bears Coaching is my ace in the hole!

My annual batch of hamantaschen, gifted out to many of my favorite people and distributed in the teacher’s lounge because if anyone needs baked goods right now, it’s probably my colleagues!

My newest additions to the classroom: SQUISHMALLOWS. I let various students name them. Introducing, from right to left: Pickles, Cornelius, and Finn-eas. I don’t think I could have gotten any more clever!

Fourth-graders partnering up to revise their writing. I’m not giving anything away quite yet, but I’m super excited by this one!

Slice of Life Day 5: I Can’t Be The Only One

Here we are at Day 5 of the Slice of Life Challenge. I saw this particular type of post from a fellow Slicer, and try as I might can’t find the original post that inspired me. If that’s you, leave a comment and I’ll be sure to edit my post to give you “props.” But I thought it was a fun spin on a bio.


I can’t be the only one who…
…peels bananas from the bottom up.
…times her library visits by when the tote bag gets too full
…looks at the sky whenever she goes out
….thinks the best part of a pedicure is the massage chair
…routinely pep-talks herself through the day: “Okay.” “All right.”
…still puts emoticons in her texts, even though she knows darn well the emoji keyboard is right there
…is not above eating peanut butter off a spoon
…sees baking as a viable form of therapy
…can’t sit still on a telephone call
…prefers windows to AC just about any day
…finds solace in a dinner of scrambled eggs with cheese
…doesn’t actually mind the sound of cicadas each summer
…has inherited her father’s love for and facility with punning
…doesn’t get people sometimes
…just likes picking up big things and putting them down again
…can visualize TODAY as the day she’ll be her best, amazing self (until she gets out of bed)
…wonders why the other drivers on the road have to be there, or why she has to drive behind them
…needs a nap and time with a dog
…always thinks of the best thing to say three days after she’s written a thing

Slice of Life Day 4: Ten Things

  1. Looking out the window and realizing I’m level with the pine tree tops, bristles and cones swaying in the early-March winds

  2. The gentle sleeping-almost-snoring of a mama who just needs some solid rest
  3. Hugs of a kid-man-kid who’s returned home, if only for a short while
  4. Comfy shoes that make my heart happy to look at

  5. A perfectly fresh bagel, with just the right schmear of cream cheese and a slice or two of lox, brought to me by a man who I love more than I could possibly have words for
  6. A legion of strong, smart, brave women standing, at the ready, to be my feet, my mind, my heart whenever mine falter
  7. Headphones that run out of “juice” mid-walk, reminding me to hear the red-winged blackbirds staking out their springtime territory
  8. Dogs who come to the door when I return home, world-weary and ready to offer a sincere “good girl” and a well-placed butt rub
  9. A sunset-border-of-night-sky that pokes through the parking garage, grabs me by the collar, and forces me to take a look

  10. Moments. of. silence.

Thanks, as always, to the Slice of Life community for keeping me writing every day this month.