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Slice of Life 6: My Kitties’ Agenda

By Janice Ewing

6:00  Wake up large creatures who care for us with persistent, plaintive meowing for food

630 Post-breakfast nap

6:45 Do a slow and thorough inspection of the house, checking to see if anything has changed Read more

Slice of Life 5: What’s in your word cloud?

By Janice Ewing

Here in the Philly area, these are some of the words that would jump out at you in a word cloud today – cancelled, treacherous, heavy, deteriorating, freezing, alert, update… you get the idea. Read more

Slice of Life 4: Watch your language!

By Janice Ewing

When I was growing up, this admonition mainly referred to cursing, or any other words or phrases deemed inappropriate for polite use. (I think the subtext was “Watch how you speak to adults!”) Now, I find myself thinking about the value of watching our language in a much broader context, in our speaking as well as in our writing. Read more

World Read Aloud Day

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How are you celebrating world read aloud day today?

In case you missed it, don’t forget to read Lynne Dorfman’s post on the benefits of reading aloud.

Slice of Life 3: Weather or Not

By Janice Ewing

So, like thousands (millions?) of others, I’m watching the weather this week and thinking about what plans might be have to be adjusted. Among them, a new grad class due to start on Thursday evening. The back-up plan for a weather-related cancellation is to have an online class, and this has worked well in the past. However, I have never had the situation of having the first session online, before we’ve had a chance for at least one face-to-face meeting. The prospect is raising questions for me about the differences between meeting people online versus face-to-face. Read more

Slice of Life 2: Body Language

By Janice Ewing

Peering out at our back steps and driveway this morning, taking in the icy slushy mess, I’m somehow reminded of an old-fashioned refrigerator in need of defrosting. Once that image enters my mind, I’m taken back to childhood memories of my mother defrosting our chunky old General Electric.  I’m back in the small, normally neat kitchen, suddenly cluttered with odd-shaped packages that bear little resemblance to foods we eat. I think this must have been one of my mother’s least favorite tasks. I didn’t know this from anything she said, but, even then, I could read it from her body language. Her usually calm, measured movements were abrupt and choppy, almost violent as she did battle with the recalcitrant ice. Read more