Getting ready to send out my September 'packet.' It's been a rough and crazy ride, ideas flying out from the horse's hoof's like gravel. Dinah Lenney is a wonderful teacher (have I said that before?), pushing me, asking the difficult questions, but kindly. Marvelous, painful therapy, and the words get clearer every time I sit down to write. Direction? Onwards.
My son, now in first grade, has homework -- eek -- and it is a real lesson in patience and a reminder that writing is always, from the start, a hard process, but that as it comes, it brings great pleasure. The questions I ask him: "Can you think of another word?" "Would you like to say more about that?" "How do you end a sentence?" are the same questions I ask myself.
And my daughter? She's taking it all in from a distance. Can't wait till they are both off and writing stories and poems. Shame about the math genes!
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