Making It Work
If I could create the perfect day, I would need a magic wand. Perfection isn’t real, and although I get to make the choices about what happens in a day,… Read more Making It Work →
Real Life Now (SOLS)
Today it is grey. The weather has turned (at least for now) and the leaves rustle gold and rust under my feet. My thoughts swirl like the autumn breeze and I wonder if, maybe, this season is my favorite. I think about the beef and noodles that will fill our bowls and the Honeycrisp apples ready to crunch for dessert. My mind twirls the places of the week. Soccer fields and Scout hall and church and football fields and after school pick up. I wonder how we will ever keep… Read more Real Life Now (SOLS) →
writing all birthday long
Here are the birthday plans we made: Andy would pick me up at the airport and then we’d spend the afternoon together, probably in a bookstore and an ice cream… Read more writing all birthday long →
take the time
Today I found a poem in my inbox. As I read the words, tears pricked my eyes (and I’m not really someone who cries much). It’s the timing of the thing… Read more take the time →
dear sleep
Dear Sleep, I like you. You take the big problems of the day, fold them during the night, and show me them in the morning as they actually are: insignificant. You fortify me from germs, saving me from sickness. You protect me from stress. You wrap me in perspective. You restore me. Thank you,Ruth In January I collected this quote from Julie Ackerman — What God accomplishes in our bodies while we drift off to dreamland is nothing short of miraculous. While we do nothing, God replenishes our energy, rebuilds… Read more dear sleep →
demanding
Disappointed. This is what I’m feeling right now. Yesterday demanded something of me every single minute. Most of what was demanded, I didn’t want to give. The thing I’m most disappointed about isn’t the unintended messages or the grumbling people or even the visit that went too long past my bedtime, the thing I am most disappointed about is I didn’t get to slice. I know many people write posts ahead of time. Others keep a back up post in their queue for days like yesterday. However, I’ve challenged myself… Read more demanding →
a day of slices
Coffee gurglesScripture stirsWords tap Andy kissesKids hugParents smileBuffy wags Students chatFriend complimentsTests returned Emails sentTech helpStudent plansLunch dialogue Airfare purchasedReservations securedConference confirmed Conversation swirlsTeacher chatBag packed Teacher meetSon pick-upGroceries bought Meatloaf assembledLego constructionDaughter chat Grey walkWind whipsRain drops Dinner consumedDishes washedCookies baked Baths bubbleTeeth scrubbedClothes chosen Grandparent visitDinner givenQuiet talk Jammies comfortBooks openHearts pray Mouth yawnsComputer opensBook revised Blogs readPosts writtenDay complete Click on the image to join us atTwo Writing Teachers for the MarchSlice of Life Challenge.
full day
4:46 amcoffeescripturecandlewrite showermakeupkids awakebreakfast servedoatmealcoffee to-go drivedrivedrive grant meeting drive assessment meetingemailteacher meetingrubricsemail drive kindergartenmodelanalyze student writingplanlistenteacher meeting drive copiesemaillunch drive teacher meetingpick up Jordan drivedrivedrive homehugssmileschangerunbake cookiestidyvacuumlaundrydishes order pizzafriends arriveplaytalklisteneatdrinklaughgood byes jammiesbookshugs computerslice call writewritewrite espnsnugglesleep11:32 pm
my life electronically
Appendices Articles Blog buttons Chapters Curriculum Grants Handouts Meeting notes Photos Poems Presentations Records Reviews Scrapbook pages Student work Videos Voice recordings My life electronically. Fragile. Irreplaceable. Somewhat backed up. Blue screen of death. Panic sets in. It could have been the un-backed-up computer, the one with my writing and presenting and professional living and so much work I’d never be able to recreate it. Perhaps, just maybe, this is as important as my photos and scrapbooking and family living that is backed up. The blue screen of death isn’t… Read more my life electronically →
Ruth Ayres Writes 