Trees #SOL21

Inspired by Janeen Pizzo, I gave a go to my own Pantoum poem.

The tress, they stand through it all
A new fresh start every year
Shaking off the winter gloom
Green emerges, new life

A new fresh start every year
Blazing summer heat drips from your leaves
Green emerges, new life
A place for solitude and rest

Blazing summer heat drips from your leaves
Changing right before our eyes
A place for solitude and rest
You shed your coat of many colors

Changing right before our eyes
A skeleton of what you once were, strong and mighty
You shed your coat of many colors
The trees, they stand through it all

My Kind of People #SOL21

I do it every time. Driving past, I peer into the driver’s side as they pass. A parked car, I look around for evidence. Checking to see if they follow suit with my expectation. And usually, the answer is yes. If you own a Subaru, you are my kind of people.

I’ve never been much of a car person. In fact, cars actually annoy me more than they interest me. Loud, obnoxious cars: noise pollution. Racy, shiny sports cars: waste of money. Big, overpowering trucks: highway bullies. And don’t get me started on cars or trucks that blow black, poisonous smoke. My main objective with a car–take me where I need to go safely and cost effectively.

And that’s where my Subaru fits in. I currently own my second Subaru Outback. My first one was a used, white 1999 that served me well for many years. Running errands, transporting toddlers, then preschoolers around, taking the dog for a hike. But, eventually our family needed a car with three rows of seats to accommodate friends and trips. When I traded my first Subaru in, I knew it would not be my last.

Fast forward a decade, and I now have my next Subaru Outback. The kids were older, and they were driving themselves. We were ready to be done with the larger, family vehicle. As we began looking for our next car, I knew I wanted another Outback. The rates were so good, we decided to purchase a brand new one; the first new car I’ve ever had.

Here’s where my experiment begins. I have found that most other Subaru drivers I encounter have many of the same characteristics. We are earth loving, enjoy being active, kind, thoughtful souls, creative people, and usually dog owning. Recently, my predictions have been correct.

  • I was leaving a weekend yoga class and chatting with a fellow yogi. As we left the studio, I saw her head towards a Subaru Outback. Check: enjoy being active
  • Running in a nearby neighborhood, I spotted two Subaru Outbacks parked in the driveway. Next to them were raised garden beds. Check: earth loving
  • Recently, I was listening to a livestream Indigo Girls concert, and Emily told a story about a drummer she met while getting her Subaru worked on. Check: creative people

To all my fellow Subaru owners…you’re my kind of people 💚💙

A recent mailing from Subaru. This could have been me 25 years ago, but my body’s a little too old for this type of camping now.
I write along with the Two Writing Teachers every Tuesday for the Slice of Life Challenge.

So, What’s Next? #SOL21

31 days later, and I’m still here writing! This is my 2nd year participating in the Slice of Life challenge. I must say, it is even more rewarding this year, than last year. I knew what to expect, what it was going to take, and even employed some new strategies to help me be successful. I am proud of myself, not only for growing as a writer this month, but also for learning new things from fellow slicers, and become an all around better human.

So, what’s next you ask?

Keep writing! Since November of 2019, I’ve made a commitment to writing. I’ve written almost everyday. I rise early at 5 am, have my quiet time followed by my writing time. A cup of coffee with each one. This is my favorite time of the day. I will continue this practice. It starts my day off right and sets me up for success.

Visit Two Writing Teachers every Tuesday Slicing isn’t over! Last year, I sporadically participated in the Tuesday challenge. This year, I want to keep the momentum going.

Revision work I hope to improve my revision process on my slices. One strategy I employed at the beginning of the challenge was to write my slice the day before, let it simmer in my mind throughout the day, and then revise and publish it the next morning. This practice led to better writing. My goal will be to flesh out my first draft of my Tuesday slice on Monday morning, continue to think about it, rework words, add ideas, and be ready to publish on Tuesday.

Revisit the March challenge My reading and commenting on the SOL challenge barely touched the surface of the exemplary writing that was posted this month. I hope to go back to many of the days and read more pieces and comment to others.

Encourage others to write with me I shared this challenge with my staff this year. No one joined me, but I planted the seed. I hope to provide opportunities for us to write together and ways that we can share our writing with each other.

Feedback Giving and receiving feedback is such an important part of this challenge. I know I would eagerly check my comments throughout the day to see who read my post and what they thought of it. That reminds me of our students. When they write, they need feedback! And the sooner the better. I have a goal to provide quicker feedback with students, and for that feedback to contain a lot of positives.

In the last 31 days, I’ve become a better writer, a better teacher of writing, and a better human. It’s #whyiwrite. Thank you to the Two Writing Teachers for organizing this challenge! I’ll see you on Tuesdays!

The Seasons of North Christian Church: Spring #SOL21

your grandeur is unmatched
vast all-embracing roof to shelter those inside
tall reaching spire that touches the heavens
our eyes reach upward
a direct line to God
lines, angles, symmetry
everything in its place

The first to arrive are the daffodils
announcing spring is here
perky and fresh, dewy and delicate
you skirt the majestic meeting place
with a canary smile

Tulip trees trumpet
(in case you missed it)
spring is surely here
soft pink petals adorn the trees
only to fall in a cascade of perfume
a carpet of silk leaves
cushion the magical fairy garden

two reminders that the next lap begins
a hand off of bitter days 
in exchange for glimpses of warmth
an emergence of new growth for the earth
and the soul 

The Sock Puppet Snafu #SOL21

Elementary Education Art

My daughter, Gretchen, is in her junior year of college at Indiana University. She is majoring in elementary education and special education. She is currently enrolled in her elementary art class. Who remembers that?? I sure do…a paper mache rabbit, clay face, stamping. Recently she was home for the weekend and working on creating a puppet for an assignment. When students presented their puppet, it needed to have some sort of speech. I was excited to “help” with her creation!

I think I’m just going to use a sock and make a bird.

Ooh, sounds perfect! Maybe the bird could recite a spring poem.

Gretchen finds an old sock and cuts a hole for the mouth.

Do we have any yellow construction paper?

Yes, check the den. It’s on the tray where I keep the printer paper.

Let’s head to the basement and look through the tubs with crafting supplies.

A treasure awaits us…googly eyes, yarn, hot glue gun, even some raffia that could make a “nest.”

We work together. I am in charge of hot glue dots while Gretchen applies the various parts to her bird. The masterpiece was finished!

What poem should I choose?

Maybe the one about hope by Emily Dickinson.

Oh, yes! That’s perfect!

After a few trial runs, Gretchen is ready for the zoom presentation the next day.

Then next day, during Gretchen’ class, I started receiving text messages:

There was a moment of panic, but all ended up well! It was fun to create with her. I’m looking forward to future lesson planning and sharing ideas with this new teacher ❤️

Ode to Beverly Cleary #SOL21

I heard today of the passing of the beloved children’s author, Beverly Cleary at age 104. I was 10 years old when she won a Newbery Honor for Ramona Quimby. I remember reading several of her books when I was in elementary school. I remember my son loving her books, especially Ribsy and Henry Huggins. I remember reading Socks to my 3rd grade classes and how much they loved the characters. Her books captured the day to day moments and feelings of typical kids. Her works are timeless; reading them is almost a right of passage for elementary students.

Reflecting on my great appreciation for Beverly Cleary today, I remembered a tour I took in 2012 in Portland that highlighted many of the places she lived and wrote about. I went searching for pictures I took while taking this tour. I finally found them on a old computer, and I’m so glad I did!

My brother and his family live in the neighborhood where Beverly Cleary grew up and went to school. The local library has a “Walking with Ramona” tour that I followed one day on my bike ride. I saw the schools that Beverly went to and used as the models for Ramona’s school, the Rite Aid that was the sight of the Colossal Market in her books, Klickitat Street where the Quimby’s fictional home was located, Beverly’s childhood home, and the famous statues in Grant Park. It was a fun way to celebrate one of my favorite authors! The community is so proud of her impact, as they should be.

Sparks of Joy #SOL21

Every morning I pause and write one thing I am thankful for from the previous day in my journal. This practice sets my intentions on the positive and begins my day seeking sparks of joy. Two from this week particularly caused me to smile. And of course they are tied to reading and writing.

Board Books for Big Brothers and Sisters

When a family welcomes a baby, we give the student a board book to read to their new sibling. Included with the board book is a letter congratulating them and encouraging them to read a book everyday to their new brother or sister. We also have a letter for their caregiver highlighting the benefits of reading aloud, along with tips for the first twelve months.

This particular student beamed when she talked about her new brother, Cannon Matthew. She shared with me how she was responsible for feeding him in the car and how important it was to make sure there was milk in the nipple of the bottle. She told me that he was too little for her to hold now, but in a few weeks, she would be able to wrap her arms around him.

These exchanges remind me of the importance of making time for each student and their life stories. They are bubbling up with things to share with us. Pausing from the rush of the day and taking time for just one student is so important.

I hope in a few months this book will be tattled and worn from its use.


When she saw me walk past her classroom, she jumped up and ran to the door. “Mrs. Bless! I have something to show you.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out the smallest piece of cut paper. “Please read it.” I read her haiku aloud. I commended her writing and told her how peaceful it made me feel. I thanked her for saving it to share with me.

The next day, this student was having a rough day and needed to take a break in the office. I shared with her how thankful I was that she showed her haiku to me the day before. I even explained to her my daily ritual of writing down something I am thankful for each morning and that on that day, I had written down that I was thankful for her and her writing. Her eyes brightened and a small smile was visible (even through her mask). Yet another example of the importance of relationships and connections with students. They need us, and we need them!

Yet Another COVID Disappointment #SOL21

I frantically responded to a few quick emails and began packing my bag. Looking up at the clock, I realized I was cutting it close. I needed to leave by 2:50 to allow enough travel time. I passed a fellow teacher in the hallway and wished her a happy birthday. How have I not see her one time today? I heard the echo of the car line. 267 red, Jenkins kids you are blue, 15 orange… I maneuvered around a few students crowding the door. Finally, sunlight and blue sky. What a beautiful afternoon. The soft breeze kissed my cheeks, the blooming daffodils decorated the yards, and the new green of the awakened grass and trees greeted me. There was a skip in my step, not just due to the welcome of spring and an early day away from school, but the anticipation of receiving my first COVID vaccination shot. Hope was just around the corner. I could feel it. I have been waiting for this day for weeks.

I sat at the table with my book in hand. Waiting 15 minutes after the shot is a book lover’s dream. I shared my information with the receptionist. She was typing and clicking and searching the screen.

What time is your appointment?


Could it be under a different name?

Not that I can think of.

I have your information here, but there is no appointment time with your name.

I pulled out my phone and searched through my photos.

Here is a screenshot of my appointment date and time.

I’m sorry. I can’t give you a shot if I don’t have you down with an appointment. All the shots are accounted for. I can take down your name and number and call you if there are any extra shots at the end of the day.

My heart sank. Everything inside of me was on the edge. I wanted to burst into tears, I wanted to slam my fist on the table, I wanted to shout, “I need this shot today!” But instead I took a few deep breaths. I stood up shoulders slouching looking for the closest exit. I walked out dazed and in disbelieve. I was supposed to feel on top of the world right now. I was supposed to feel the hope of the light at the end of the tunnel. But instead, I felt like it was yet another COVID disappointment.

7 Questions #SOL21

I’ve been inspired by a recent conversation between Kelly Gallagher and Penny Kittle and this New York Time’s article: 7 Questions, 75 Artists, 1 Bad Year. Here are my answers to the seven questions. This is typically something I would do in my notebook and think on for several days. This is a first draft post that I know will have future revisions.

What’s one thing you made this year?

Wishing bracelets

We had a February reading challenge at school. Read 21 minutes everyday in February. At the end of the challenge, students could return their check off form for a small prize. We knew we wanted to celebrate the accomplishment, but also knew that we didn’t want to give students junk or food. Ideally, we would reward reading with another book to read, but didn’t have the funds for it. After seeing an idea for wishing bracelets, I thought this would be the perfect way to recognize the accomplishment. They were easy to make and cost effective. As we tied them to students wrists, we said, “This bracelet will remind you to continue your habit of reading everyday. When it falls off, you can make a wish!” Oh, and a bonus…I loved making them!

What art have you turned to in this time?


I have been reading more poetry. I’ve found myself gravitating toward the brevity and depth of it. My attention span for text has been shorter. My ability to focus for extended periods, at times exhausted. Poetry has breathed life into me when I needed it. I will often read the poem of the day on Poetry Foundation’s website. Also, I have read several novels in verse.

Did you have any particularly bad ideas?

Hmmm…I need to think a bit longer on this one.

What’s a moment from this year you’ll always remember?

I will never forget a trip to the grocery store that almost sent me over the edge. I came home feeling a sense of panic that this pandemic was all consuming; that I couldn’t handle the stress from simple tasks like going to the grocery. At the forefront of my mind was the basic need of feeding my family safely. My husband talked me through my distress and helped me isolate my fears so I could move forward. From then on my mantra of “Faith over fear” was repeated often in stressful situations.

Did you find a friendship that sustained you artistically?

I can’t think of a friendship that sustained me artistically, but I definitely have a friendship that sustains my love of reading. My friend and I text about books, share images about books we’ve read. read the same books so we can discuss, recommend books to each other, and on and on. It brings a smile to my face when I see her and we talk books.

If you’d known that you’d be so isolated for so long, what would you have done differently?

We have been given the gift of time over the last year. Time to do things we normally wouldn’t have time to do. I wish I would have used some of that time to write letters of encouragement to people. I always feel so uplifted when I receive a hand written note. I set a goal to so this and fell short. I can still do this even when we are not in isolation, so I won’t give up on this goal.

What do you want to achieve before things return to normal?

Organize, print, and display some of my favorite photos

I really wanted to get my photos organized during this gift of time at home. I’m hoping by the end of the summer to have more of this task accomplished. I have several photos from trips that I want to get printed on canvases, my son’s senior pictures to get printed and hung up, and just general organizing of old printed photos.

I’ll challenge you…How would you answer these seven questions?