My dad. Beloved grandfather, "Pooh." Great grandfather. Loving husband. Friend to many. Philosopher. Outdoorsman. Scientist: Meteorologist. Family man. There is so much I have learned from my father, and while I have dedicated this post to what I have learned, I should go on the record and say.....there is still SO MUCH MORE that I … Continue reading Lessons from my Father: Finch Family Style.
Love Recognizes No Barriers.Maya Angelou The other day I was in the library and it was time for the kindergartners to leave. "Let's clean up everyone, it is time to go back to class." Aamir's little shoulders lowered as he let out a big, sad sigh. "Oh No! What's the matter" I asked. He got … Continue reading Love Recognizes No Barriers
Bonnie, my beautiful sister I updated my FB messenger the other day. A mundane task not worthy of writing about, except that later, I was searching for a date reminder on messenger when I discovered that now, with the update, I could see all my old messages! Messages going back ten years. Yes. Of course … Continue reading Resolution for 2020 (and Forever)
Today the graduating seniors came back to their former elementary schools and walked the halls in their caps and gowns to the cheers of the whole school! It is an awesome new tradition that I hope keeps up. At one point a little kindergartner shyly tapped my arm, looking at them in awe. “Are they … Continue reading Almost Grown Up
In a little foray away from the whole poetry thing, I would like to give an update to what has been going on in the library! In late March, in anticipation of visiting students from our sister city in Japan, I blew the dust off our origami books and taught the kids how to … Continue reading Paper Cranes
This poem is a riff off of another poem by George Ella Lyons. As a teacher I would use the lesson the author provided and help students create "I am From" poems, which were always beautiful. I never took the initiative to write one myself... I would model lines here and there, but was always … Continue reading When We Were Wild Things
Because I cannot believe how busy I feel, and how guilty I feel not meeting my goal of posting. A poem a day in April.... Dream Catcher I cannot believe The hustle and the bustle of it. The crazy, chaotic Spin of it. And yet, It feels like just yesterday The nights were long And … Continue reading Dream Catcher
I set a challenge to write a poem a day, because it is April, because it is Poetry month - and so far have been*OK* about meeting that challenge. Why do the mornings go too fast for me to finish a poem, why does my husband talk to me at just the wrong time? Anyway, … Continue reading April Poetry
Halfway through Poetry Month. Looking back, I can tell poems that were a chore... rushed to meet some self-imposed participation deadline, and the ones that easily came to me. All in All, it is great fun to explore poetry! While that cyclone Called LIFE whirls Outside these doors, My bright little library Filled with cheerful … Continue reading Reading Respite
Here is getting a poem in *just* under the wire. There is this cycle, This carnival, This wheel In life - In families - In careers - In home and hearth - And you never *Really* Know where you are, On that Merry-go-round Brilliant and shining, You never know. Not until you -Look Back - … Continue reading The Circle Game….