Well, hello there!
Well, hello there! Thanks for visiting my blog. I'm excited about using this space to be creative with my writing. Believe it or not, I miss those writing days of college. Now I have a new purpose for my writing! (I know, I'm a nerd!) I hope you enjoy my writing. And of course I would always love feedback! :)
Monday, November 28, 2011
Reasons to Like Four Year Olds (7)
While a couple of my boys were playing in the kitchen center, I asked, "Can I have some food?" He answered, "This is not for you, madam."
Sunday, November 20, 2011
I Cried
I cried for you today.
You broke my heart in pieces.
I used to trust you as a friend.
I used to trust you as a sister.
Now I can't.
I cried for you today.
I still love you.
But do you love me?
Everything you told me now
Seems to have been a lie.
I cried for you today.
You were there when
no one else would dare.
But now we just exist
in two separate worlds.
I cried for you today.
You broke my heart in pieces.
I used to trust you as a friend.
I used to trust you as a sister.
Now I can't.
I cried for you today.
I still love you.
But do you love me?
Everything you told me now
Seems to have been a lie.
I cried for you today.
You were there when
no one else would dare.
But now we just exist
in two separate worlds.
I cried for you today.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Reasons to Like Four Year Olds (6)
On Thursday, tape recorded a book I read to the kids. I played the tape back to entertain them while I was cleaning up after lunch. This is the dialogue that happened as a result:
Child 1: Ms. Brenda are you talking?
Me: Yes, I'm talking. The tape recorded me talking.
Child 1: See! I was right, she is talking.
Child 2: No, she's not talking right now.
Child 1: Yes she is!
When the recording stopped I heard this:
Child 3: She's not talking in there anymore. She's dead!
Child 2: (with a very serious face) She's not dead! She's right there.
Child 3: No, she's dead in there. She's dead in the radio.
Child 2: No, she's not. She's not dead.
Child 1: Ms. Brenda are you talking?
Me: Yes, I'm talking. The tape recorded me talking.
Child 1: See! I was right, she is talking.
Child 2: No, she's not talking right now.
Child 1: Yes she is!
When the recording stopped I heard this:
Child 3: She's not talking in there anymore. She's dead!
Child 2: (with a very serious face) She's not dead! She's right there.
Child 3: No, she's dead in there. She's dead in the radio.
Child 2: No, she's not. She's not dead.
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