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Long Live the Book!

This week, while reading a book and sipping coffee at Panera Bread I burst out laughing three times. Words recorded on the page more than 50 years ago tickled me so much that I couldn’t hold in my enjoyment. Delight bubbled over and was reborn in a very different place from...
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Remembered Delight on a Rainy Day

The happiest galleries at the Metropolitan Museum of Art are those displaying the French Impressionist paintings. My last visit, on a rainy Saturday afternoon, made me smile with delight as I walked the rooms filled with riotous color, vibrant hues, and cheery subject.   I...
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Heaven’s Laughter

The week after Dick Houghton died his 15-year-old granddaughter Bailey wrote this poem about her grandad’s new laughing place. Bailey’s poem was posted along with family photos at Dick’s memorial service. I loved it and asked her to share it with us on Frizzle...
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January’s Poetry

As the sun fades on the last day of January, the temperature here in Central Florida is finally dipping into the upper 40s. Like many of you, we’ve had an unseasonably warm winter. January felt more like spring, but my Florida kids and I have continued to suspend disbelief...
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Haiku and You

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle As you can probably tell, the kids and I are working on a poetry unit right now. One suggestion I found encourages teachers to write poetry alongside their students. I really like the idea.   The discipline of poetry writing is good for everyone...
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Art in Church

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle Sitting through church is hard for 7-year-old boys like my son. Little Rooster rarely sits still even to eat, preferring to move around while chewing. So, long church services are an exercise in self discipline. We attend an orthodox Presbyterian...
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Writing

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle   To write, I must know not from a distance, intimate; To know, I must ponder not the obvious, nuance; To ponder, I must immerse not toe dip, dive in; To immerse, I need time not moments, hours; Of time To immerse And ponder To know And write...
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