f u n
No book, no blog entry, no tweet, no card, t-shirt or speech is created at p i c t u r e l e s s books that isn’t fun and our fullest pleasure. When we have fun, we create fun. We love to take on fiery subjects and make them fun. Life’s biggest, toughest subjects deserve a little feisty fun. So, when things get funky, and make us feel like we’re falling over a big cliff, we first find the fun, then play from there.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
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FREE Cotton: Cotton Tools Around the Home: When considering a Scholastic Parent and Child Magazine question, I asked my children now eighteen and thirteen what items did they love ...
e l paso cc l o v e
My how time f l i e s! On Nov. 22, EPCC will host the sixth annual Literary Fiesta to celebrate writers from El Paso and nearby areas. Love to Love
Courtesy Lisa Elliot
Writing workshop featuring Teffanie White at last year's Literary Fiesta.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
s q u e e z e your b r e a s t love
Each year I repost this blog for remembrance. A couple of weeks ago my dear friend had a double mastectomy. Thanks to Angelina Jolie, we can all feel more hopeful about reconstruction and selfies.
*Goal of the year---- MONTHLY BREAST SELF EXAMINATIONS! Love
It's all pink again!
Last October, I don't remember.
This year, each ribbon follows me and leaves pink traces behind my eyelids. This year- the year of biopsies, the year of lumpectomy, the year my mother had a mastectomy.
Adrea is in the habit of sending by post (that in itself is fabulous). Sometimes the treats from my partner breathe through their packaging, forcing my children to rattle the contents. That time they were pictureless word cards. Each card presented one of the words we claim on post sized cards, business sized cards, or itty bitty cards. They were gorgeous. I traveled with them half across the state to share with my mother during the post chemo / pre-surgery / pre-radiation hospital moments.
Mom twisted them around and palmed them. I saw fear vanishing from her. When the anesthesiologist entered, he began to share the process. First, we will do this, then that, the important thing is to clear your mind.
"We have words for that, Mom, from the 'nothing' series."
The doctor was intrigued. I shared p i c t u r e l e s s with him- Clear Clouds, Memory Music, Invisible Icicles. He deemed them appropriate and darling. He modified my mother's instructions to a p i c t u r e l e s s place.
In a childlike voice my mother asked for surgical tape. When he returned she began praying and taping positive word cards on her body. Then, my fear vanished. This is l i f e and life is b e a u t i f u l.
Each hospital employee, visitor, and friend that witnessed that moment became instantly radiant. The words connected us, protected us, and let us breathe through those moments one moment at a time.
It's all pink again!
BTW, MaRose is doing f a b u l o u s l y!
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