Morning Coffee

Waiting. . .

Impatiently. . .

Slowly breathing,

Stretching. . .

Yawning. . .

Drip . . . Drip . . . Drip . . .

A brown trickle swirling

Aromatic fumes filling the kitchen,

Will this cup never fill?

coffee mug



A– Always think before you talk.

B– Believe in yourself

C- Choose kindness

D- Don’t wish your life away

E-  Every day is a new beginning

F- Family is number one

G- Give compliments

H- Hope

J- Jealousy isn’t needed

K- Keep writing

L- Lemons can be turned into lemonade

M- Mother love is the best

N- Never say never

O- Opportunities are everywhere, be ready for them

P- People need people

Q- Quiet time for reflection

R- Repair any wrongs

S- Stretch and stay fit

T- Take the time to smell the roses

U- Under no circumstances, jump to conclusions

V- Value good health

W- Welcome change

X- eXtra helpings of patience needed

Y- You must advocate for yourself

Z- Zero in on goals







Teacher Person Poem

(An homage to “Old Florist” by Theodore Roethke)

That form of  a woman correcting exams.

Or planning future lessons and prompts,

Researching and reading standards into practices,

How she could write upside down,

Eyes in the back of her head,

Or make everyday rituals special,

Or encourage bigger leaps of faith,

Or stamp bullying down,

Or fan little sparks of understanding,

Or stand all day in her rubber sole shoes, her soul encompassing all.

A Snowy Spring

Tuesday, April 4th  image

Mother Nature and her April Fools’ Day trick,

More piles of snow along the roads.

All this white is making me sick.

I’m bent and silent beneath these loads.

In spite of the snow, I did experience a “Home run” this past weekend. I got to enjoy time with my sisters, feed my gardener soul by attending a flower show, and partake in a great class for professional development. I tried to keep my head above the stormy weather and just stay in the moment. Catching up on family details always makes me feel lucky to come from such a large family. Then I got to smell flowers and  see blossoms in gorgeous landscaped areas. Nature was shining so beautifully, even if it was staged. Finally, I attended a great class, Handwriting without Tears. Those nuns really knew what they were doing when they made me practice those letters and numbers constantly. It is heartbreaking to see so many students struggle with letter formation, size and spacing. Now I will have some tools to hopefully help them.

Now I sit waiting for yet another storm to hit northern NH. Enough already! I hoping this April sun’s strength can melt this frozen tundra. Soon. Seed packets are piling up,  waiting to explode into new growth. The pastel clothes hang limply in the attic, waiting to be stretched over this winter fat insulated body. I want to be able to walk out the door without stopping to put on boots and a coat. Be careful what you ask for – I do not want such heat that everything green burns up and I can’t breathe. Mother Nature, relax. Let’s enjoy Spring together.

A Door Opening

SOL#17 Day 31        31-day-streak-with-border      classroom-challenge

Another talk to  myself:

Final day of the challenge, Teri. Don’t put that pen down now. You’ve done so much. You’ve fulfilled your commitment. Here and there you caught a grain of truth, painted a pixel of a picture and uplifted your own soul.  These slices depicted a patchwork quilt of your inner and public life. A few slices were diced and examined with precise details. Other slices were merely skimmed over. Maybe to be opened up for later probings. Remember every journey, every task, begins with one step at a time. Keep going.


SOL#17 – Day 30        classroom-challenge

A blog put together from my posts this past month:

Here in northern NH I am always getting Ready for displays of Mother Nature’s Strength. She has the Dream Job and on Day 4 – So Proud of her work, I recite The ABC’s of Gratitude.

Here are some Things I Know!? – Wash and Skate and Basketball.

Currently, I am Looking Up and feeling Frigid Cold. The temperature Numbers match my Birthday’s number.13 – That’s cold.

Sometimes I Imagine Together the Family Cooking. That would make me Yes, A Planner! But life interferes with things like the Town Meeting -where Democracy Rules. All I can do is walk away with 10 Things I Trust. That then gives me Inspiration from Book Titles and Lessons to Pass On. So here I am Sweating , looking for Hidden Poetry. Really. It is like finding Surf and Turf under the couch pillows. As my Sunday Night Worries continue I write a Note To Myself. Is there A Name for this composite post? Mishmash, perhaps?

A Name

SOL#17 – Day 29

I loved djvichos‘ post about her name       .classroom-challenge

Almost everyone has their own story about their name. Here is my story. I was named Mary Theresa, a good Catholic name. My Mother’s name is Mary, as is my Grandmother’s, and my cousin’s. There were too many Marys in the family. So my Grandfather started to call me Teri. This nickname has stuck with family and friends. My legal name is still Mary. There are times when the two worlds collide.  Mary T. is on the licenses and official papers. Some friends did not even know it was me requesting their presence at my marriage ceremony. They didn’t think they knew that Mary. It was really confusing in college when Teri (real name Mary) was dating Bob (real name Charles). That relationship didn’t work out – just as well that wedding invitation would have been way too confusing. I will answer to either name, but most people do call me Teri. And there was my dear brother, Skip (alias John) who would call me “MaryTeri”. I smile just to type that and my heart fills with memories of my dear departed brother.


A name is just name

Unless it is your fame

It’s what’s inside that touches us all

That makes us want to write and share

We answer the challenge call

Our souls laid open and bare.