This blog is good….er, propitious

Nearly every summer day I drive by our neighborhood elementary school on my way to and from various errands.  Each time I have to fight the urge to climb out of my car, stalk up to the marquee, and rearrange letters. Have a safe and fun summer.” is the message on the marquee. My contention with this sign is that both adjectives used are boring and bland.  In IEW, we called those kinds of words “banned words” and did not let our students use them.  Other banned adjectives were: bad, ugly, sad, mad, and so on.  If I had a … Continue reading This blog is good….er, propitious

Words from My Father

Many words from my father still echo in the passages of my mind.  I hear them and heed them and find myself passing along their wisdom to my own daughter.  Here are some of my favorites, just in time for Father’s Day.  Thank you, Dad, for always creating your own excitement. Good Night, Sleep Tight, and Say Your Prayers. I still pray before sleeping, Dad, thanks to habits formed when I was young. Rise and Be Dull. This phrase became the standard wake-up announcement, spoken just after a horrible blast from an old Army trumpet and accompanied by a tug … Continue reading Words from My Father

Flunking the Future?

Arugh!  I wrote a post about education, but somehow it got lost in cyberspace.  Because it is after 11pm, and because my eyes are getting fuzzy, I will have to make do with the quick and dirty version. Public Schools Flunk Out.  Only 34% of ninth graders who took the new STAAR test passed English 1 Writing and Reading.  Our students deserve better.  Public schools ought to take a page from homeschoolers and try other curriculum, such as Institute for Excellence in Writing.  My daughter began using IEW in the second semester of her 4th grade year. Here is my … Continue reading Flunking the Future?

Filled

My girl is back from camp, and all is right with the world. There’s a mountain of red-dirt-stained laundry piled up in the laundry room…but I don’t care.  My eyes are gritty from the foray into Pollen Kingdom, but I don’t care. My girl is back from camp, tired, slightly sunburned, and filled to the brim with lessons she learned about the Lord as well as loads of new and renewed friendships. Coming home is a bit of a letdown for her.  We don’t have a boat or a lake or waterskis or a climbing rock. Nor do we play … Continue reading Filled

Small towns, pickup trucks, “mountains” and stinkbugs

Life really is different in a small town. The ebb and flow is like molasses.  People don’t drive to the store in their pickup trucks — rather, they scoot their way down the road. Down here in these parts, it’s plumb normal to see a pack of children — or dogs — taking a joyride in the back of the aforementioned pickup truck. I remember those days…we all fought over who got to sit on the hump.  I imagine, though, that if someone hauled their kids or their dogs in the back of a truck in my suburban city, the … Continue reading Small towns, pickup trucks, “mountains” and stinkbugs