Chestnut Street

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I always love bringing home a new book. Always.

There is something about the crisp pages, the unbroken binding, the promise of a captivating story and poetic writing.

When it’s a book by a favourite author, it’s even better.

And when the book has been purchased for you by your nine-year old daughter, it’s a precious gift.

List Maker

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I love to make lists. Apparently, I always have, because I found this in that old binder, too.

It organizes my day, my life in tasks. Motivates me to get things done. Inspires me to create. It is a visual reminder of what I would like to do and what I have done.

Finding this childhood list brought a smile to my face.

I still make those little boxes to check off, sometimes. I just don’t colour them in.

Stories for Children

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As a teacher, the thing I have always loved most was reading stories to the students.

I am on leave this year, but have done a few days here and there as a substitute. While I don’t miss the hectic schedule, I always enjoy those few moments when stories come alive. They take us to another world for a minute. Stories let us travel to places unseen, meet unique people, and engage our imaginations.

Maybe that is why I am so determined to write one…

Not at Bedtime Stories

not at bedtime stories

I’ve never much been one for bedtime stories.

By the time bedtime arrived, especially when my kids were small, reading a book was more of a chore than a sweet nighttime routine. I was always exhausted and as ready for bed as they were.

Besides, reading books in our house always meant questions. My children engage in books – and for that I am grateful – but this has never allowed for a quiet story before sleep.

Earlier in the day though, I am happy to read. With children now aged 8 and 10, I am incredibly thankful that they still enjoy having an occasional book read to them.

Plus now, they sometimes read them to me.

Where my Writing Lives

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This is where my stories and poems live.

I create them on the computer, but I keep them in a notebook. In black ink, I hand-write each one, then place the journal on my shelf with all my other books.

This way, I can’t lose them with a computer breakdown or a lost USB. They are organized and (sort of) published. This way, I make them a part of my book collection and I give them value.

I love to write. And I love books.

This way, I get both.