I spend all my time trying to be perfect:

All running smoothly

All comfortably

Happily, perfectly perfect


Hours spent on building organizers,

organizing schedules,

Scheduling actions,



Hours spent

On saving minutes


And when everything’s perfect,

What then?


No sillier complaint can one make

Than on the weather

With no one to listen


The snow will still blow

The sun will still blister


Unless the snow sparkles

And the sun glisten


There comes

With rain

A little air of optimism


It is as though the sky has finally pulled down her shield

And out pours the misery onto which she’s clenched for too long


She breathes

A trembling breath

Clearing way for sun to shine

Universal Commonality

                             Over the course of time,

Though history will show a great deal of change,

                                     The universal commonality in both past and present

                                                                          Exists in what is yet to be discovered…

What’s on my Mind in November

What’s on my Mind in November:

The thing that’s on my mind this month is the pessimism that comes along with it. Mostly stress induced. It’s a peeve of mine, the negativity. I wish we could all just be positive


The Days are Shortening

As the days shorten

We learn to seize the moment

Holding tight

Onto every last string of daylight

Not wanting the scarce days to slip away


Longing for the days when we had all day

The days we took for granted

For we thought we’d all the time in the world

Long gone are those long days

To which we are desperately hanging on


And each time the clock turns forward

We promise ourselves that we will change

No more wasting days away

A promise short lived

And shorter yet become the days

Slow and Steady: Emergent Children Reading, Re-reading, and Re-reading Again

I recently read a little bit on reading comprehension for emergent readers from New Essentials for Teaching Reading. Much of what they said on desired repetition really reminded me of when my brother and I were young and at the emergent level. My parents would read story books to us every night before bed and, although we had a bookcase full of various stories of all shapes and sizes we each had that one book we wanted to read over and over. It was always a battle over whether it would be my beloved story about the tooth fairy or The Tortoise and the Hare.

When I started kindergarten I remember finding a new book that I would always check out every time we went to the library as a class. My teacher would try to convince me to get a different book but I liked that one. I didn’t like that she wanted me to read something else. Why do I have to read a different book? I thought I like this book.  It wasn’t until I reached first grade that I began seeking out new books to look at from the school library. It was not because my teacher said I had to; I had simply grown tired of my old book. I knew it inside and out, and it was time for a change. It was around that time that I began to ask the ponder and say “I wonder…” and began seeking answers in new books.

I think kids have a natural curiosity for learning and seeing new things. I know that some parents worry when their child wants to keep reading the same book over and over for fear that they will never seek out new, more challenging, books. From my own experience with reading, I feel that most people will naturally outgrow this phase of repetition and should not be rushed out of it. That phase of repetition was important for me to develop a liking for reading—and I observed the same for my little brother. I still recall the groan of my mother every time he would inevitably pull The Tortoise and the Hare from the book shelf for the umpteenth night in a row. But I also recall the joy on his face every time he watched that tortoise cross the finish line and he would say “Slow and steady wins the race.”

Original Thought

I sometimes wonder

If thoughts can still be unique

You too, must wonder…

If Time were Like a Clock

The longer wait to break away

Slips further into yesterday

If only time would tick, not slide

Then so the slippery slope would dry


If sometimes time were standing still;

A chance to stand upon a hill

A chance to breathe as time stood still

Then lest we would rest on a pill


If simple like a clock were time…



But time ticks not,

The time