I Am……….

When I was in fifth grade I had to write a short poem (it did not have to rhyme) that was about what made me who I am. I took great pride in listing all the silly things that made me up. It was also a very refreshing process. It made me stop and think about where I have been and what things have stuck with me this far. From time to time I like to compile a list and refocus myself.  This is my list. (This is not meant to be a great piece of literary work but simply my way of refocusing, if it inspires or intrigues another person than bully!)


I Am…………………

a quiet rain, a roaring wind, a slow snow fall

a cookbook, a cozy fire, a cup of tea

a new jar of plato, a classroom, a tutu

a climbing tree, a rope swing, a pool of water

a field, a cat, a giant dog

a campground, a mountain, a beautiful beach

a book, a bookstore, a library

a Halloween, a Thanksgiving, a Christmas (the beautiful trifecta)

a brisk and lovely Fall, a glitzy and beautiful Winter

a glass of cider, an apple orchard, a thin mint cookie

a bowl of mint chocolate chip, a plate of chinese

a box of new crayons, a fundraising catalog, a pink doughnut

a strawberry patch, a tree named Hermey, a trampoline

a small town, a metropolis, a broken down house

a Jimmy, a crash, a speedster

a home decorator, a hair dresser, a shopper

a cheerleader, a baker, a teacher

a wife, a child, a nerd

an organizer, a perfectionist, a controller

a Hello Kitty, a Alice in Wonderland

a necklace, an earring, a pair of jeans

a Little Miss, a brunette, a Grand Daughter

a funky purse, a studded belt, a Christian

a person compiled of so many little things, but each plays a part in making me who I love to be!



fall effects more than trees

No matter how far I run

I can never escape the setting sun

The breeze on my face

Brings memories of a far off place

Apple cider  and fast rope swings

When I think back there are so many things

Leaves in my hair, bark on my knees

I was always up climbing  in a tree

Mud pies in the warm sunlight

A blanket of stars covered the night

Harvest brought the corn fields down

Used to decorate the streets of town

Small town love, and a big embrace

Is the custom in this far out place

It seems no matter where I go

Fall seems to find me and let me know

My country love will never leave

The country will always live in me

Ode to an Apartment

It may be highly personal but this is an ode to mine and my husbands apartment. We are moving next week and I still can’t get my mind wrapped around it. It’s been almost three years since we got married and took our first steps into the little 900 sq. foot apartment. It did not take long for it to start feeling like home. I always knew when we had to leave here that it wouldn’t be easy but I wasn’t expecting it to come so soon.

Its amazing how you get attached to a place. I personally have moved a lot for my age. My family had lived in 5 places by the time I was 18. Every time we moved it seemed like the end of something and the beginning of something else. Maybe our lives are separated into chapters, my chapters just seem to always correspond with houses. Welcome to living with a family that is obsessed with change.

For me though change can be exciting, but it also means loading up your memories of that place and time, and packing them up and taking them with you. I find myself looking back a lot to see where I have been, and remember what places have made me. Its hard and emotional to always look back, but if you don’t you may forget. There are definitely things I wouldn’t want to forget.

The snow on the long side walk leading up to the stairs, my long white train draped across his shoulders as he carried me up the stairs to a door with a brass knocker.

I will always remember.

The glitter of our first Christmas tree, the cat sprawled in front of the fire, my first cookies baked in my very own oven.

I will always remember.

Walking to the gym in the middle of the night, Pancakes at 2:00 am, falling asleep with the TV on.

I will always remember.

The fights that we had, the love that was made, our precious beginning.

I will always remember.

You have housed all of these memories, and held them in your walls. I will take them with me now and promise to always remember you well.

Vince Guaraldi

Let me start by saying I am a Pre-K Teacher. It is currently summer vacation and although it is nice having some time off, to lounge and work on my book, I am more than ready to see all those little faces again. What I love most about teaching is it makes you appreciate so much through out the year.

Such as, you develop a child like love for all the holidays. You begin to take joy in the change of the seasons. You cherish new flowers in Spring, colorful leaves in Autumn, and a perfect white snow in Winter. It all seems magical. Oddly enough there is another person that puts me in that place of misty eyed admiration. Vince Guaraldi, I am sure you have heard of him. He composed the music for The Peanuts, Charles Schulz famous comic strip creation.

The Peanuts was such a fun lighthearted comic strip/show and they always had fun holiday specials on TV; I think this is why I associate Vince Guaraldi and his music with fun times. He is always invited to all my holiday celebrations. It doesn’t matter if I am baking Christmas cookies, planning a Halloween party, grocery shopping for Thanksgiving, laying out in the bright Summer sun, or sipping a cup of tea during a really good Spring rain I always have to have Vince their playing in the background.

I feel that it is hard to be sad while listening to Vince play. His music always keeps things in perspective for me. Since I associate his music with lighthearted good times, any time I feel down I just listen and before I know it I’m telling myself it isn’t as bad as it seems. It is that child like outlook. Having that outlook is truly a blessing in disguise. Some people may think it makes you naive or careless, but honestly it gives you the glass is always half full point of view, everything is never as bad as it seems, positive, and on the up and up. I may sound artificial or preachy right now (did I mention I am a teacher on summer vacation), but really its just about finding what is important in life, and holding on to the good times and not taking them for granted.

I guess this is my long-winded way of saying I love working with kids, and writing children’s literature. I hope this inspires you to listen to Vince Guaraldi or watch a Peanuts special (my favorite is It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, the part where Linus jumps into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker gets me laughing every time.) Me and my husband bond over our silly child like outlooks, but you know at the end of the day it keeps us sane. Life is only as hard as you make it. If you are always looking forward to Santa coming, then every night will feel like Christmas Eve.

Father’s Day

We all know that the way to a dad’s heart is through his tummy! That is true of my dad, and this Father’s Day will be no different. Some great places to check out some tasty recipes are: http://www.pillsburybaking.com and http://www.adashofsass.com. One of the most loved recipes in my house is Hershey’s Chewy Chocolate Cookies. Go to the grocery and pick up a bag of Hershey’s Peanut Butter Baking Chips. The recipe for these truly scrumptious cookies is on the back of the baking chips bag. You will not be sorry!

Besides giving great tips on what to gift your dad for Father’s Day, I wanted to share how my dad helped inspire me to be a reader. I believe it is important to know where an author is coming from and what makes them the author they are. One thing I hope to accomplish with this blog is to help readers understand the REAL me and where I came from.

What I love most about writing, and about books, is they take you places. They take you to unthinkable depths of the earth. They place you in someone else’s shoes and they bring to  life a whole different world outside of your own. Sounds like a crazy roller coaster (minus the stomach flips) and that’s why I love to read and write. But to really tell a story you must have a good narrative, and my dad is the best narrator. When I was little he read the whole series: The Chronicles of Narnia (by C.S. Lewis) out loud. Me and my brother would lay on the floor and listen to him read for hours. My dad has such a soothing voice, and such great inflection, that I felt like I was right there with Digory and Polly jumping into puddles with our green and yellow rings. As I grew up I would mimic that same inflection and now I can’t read anything without giving every comma, period, question mark, and exclamation point its proper salute.  There is something so grand about hearing someone read something the way it was written and the way the author intended it to be heard.

That is one reason why I love children’s literature. There is so much room for inflection within a children’s book, it makes them enjoyable to read (especially to a class of eager students.) Next time you pick up a book, really pay attention to the placement of the punctuation, and read it the way the author intended you to. You might get something out of the story that you would not have any other way.

As always Kisses XXXX to Dad’s on Father’s Day, and a big I LOVE YOU TONS  to my dad 🙂


In a little apartment in Indiana, that was covered with brick, lived a young women and her faithful side kicks………….if you get the reference then congratulations you are in the right place and if you didn’t then no worries I will educate you yet!

So I am a young women, a preschool teacher, to be exact. My faithful side kicks are my loving husband and our fur ball cat (ha-ha that rhymed) The cat’s name is Ping he provides us with our comic relief.

So lets see Me, Me, Me, Me……..where do I start? Lets not start with an itemized list, no big gulps. Instead I will give you (the reader) little sips at a time.

Sip of the Day!

I am an aspiring author. Look forward to some glimpses at my manuscripts, thoughts and perspective on some great books, and daily casual conversation on a vast number of topics. WELCOME!