Putting a Lid on It… A fond farewell
After much deliberation and flip-flopping, I have decided to disband the pursuit of blogging glory. It’s been a fun few years and I hope you’ve enjoyed the weekly musings of Sunday Reader.
After much deliberation and flip-flopping, I have decided to disband the pursuit of blogging glory. It’s been a fun few years and I hope you’ve enjoyed the weekly musings of Sunday Reader.
Slipping away for a while… It is just after 6 AM on Saturday morning when sheets of rain shroud the farm in rhythmic waves. The sky is a muted gray.
I love books. I always have. I can’t remember NOT being able to read, but I do recall being well into chapter books before I started school.
Clark Griswold, that patron saint of family travel, was watching over us Moores as we made our way to a fun-packed family reunion in the mountains of West Virginia.
Staying a week at Meemaw’s was the highlight of my summers growing up in North Alabama. One thing we always did during Meemaw Week was roll coins. It is a legacy I hope to pass along to my own future grandchildren.
Rocky presented “So, You Want to Get Published? at the 2019 Alabama School Library Association Conference, held June 11, 2019 at Foley Elementary School in Foley, Alabama.
4th grade/dreams/Aerosmith/wisdom…what came out of the idea box.
Teens will push limits. It’s part of their DNA. Parenting is a process, not a competition. So, what’s the matter with kids today? It’s probably us.
28 years, thousands of students and athletes, 2 grown kids, 2 more who are just about grown, a passel of critters, and a boatload of memories later… we’re still a team.
How one family can generate this much horror is beyond me. If Hoarders had an episode titled “What Lies Beneath the Cushions”, my poor house would win an Emmy.
The Literary Club of Andalusia High School joined creative writers from Foley Middle School for a workshop on writer’s craft and a roundtable discussion about pursuing the dream of becoming a writer.
A good friend tweaked my nose by passing along a post about some teacher allowing his students to use expletives in his classroom and how the dude argued some weak-as-water pedagogically circumspect poppycock as to why that ought to be just peachy.
Virtual pomp and circumstance… Put a fork in it, because I am DONE! Only a fool would take three grad classes during Standardized Testing Season. Only an idiot would take them online. Guilty on both counts.
When it comes to music, I am unapologetically stuck in a hairspray-fogged 1980s time warp. That 1980s stuff is a hard habit to break; but I believe I’m high on a new thing! 2 Cellos!
If you wanna fiddle with writing, you gotta have a “pen” in your hand. It takes a lot of hours, determination, and brain sweat to coax a ream’s worth of words into coherence; that’s why it’s a craft.
It’s easy to get lost in the glory of springtime in Lower Alabama. If you’re from around here, turn off that TV and get yourself outside. It’ll warm your soul. If you’re not, come on down before the humidity sets in and treat yourself to the most beautiful time of year.
Cemeteries have always fascinated me. Aside from glow-in-the-dark headstones, I don’t find them creepy at all.