This is an Advent essay I wrote. Week 2 of Advent focuses on hope and here are my thoughts on that. "He slams into his second grade classroom, late as usual. He must have read Hitler's Mein Kampf, about the way to make a grand entrance. Arrive late;leave early. He does. He hides, sneaks off and causes adults to hunt for him whenever possible. Despite being only sub-pee-wee weight, about 50# and reaching only to my belly button, he packs a lot of p*ss and vinegar." read more
Winter Holiday, Christmas Card Making Craft Contest
I'm a 25-year teacher and 24-year mom to four. In 1994, we started homeschooling and did that for 10 years. Most of our educational activities were done sans internet or computer. We did a lot of homemade, hands-on lessons. During Advent, we gave ourselves up to Christmas preparation. All lessons were based on the holidays. One of our favorite activities was the annual family Christmas letter accompanied by homemade cards. Since 'Green' and 'Saving Money' are bywords this Christmas, I thought you might appreciate a card-making craft includes a contest to create unique, green designs from recycled materials. What a nice medium on which to write your Christmas letters! Read on Writing, arts and crafts project
Free Online Food Journals, Fitness Trackers

How to Write Japanese Haiku Poems

Free Printable Writing Lesson Plans--Essay, Report, Composition, Writing Homework Help

National Grandparents Day: Happy Grandparents Day to Gaga (and Mama) with love

Dear Mama,
With National Grandparents Day approaching, I'm taking a walk down memory lane. I'm celebrating the joy you've brought to our lives, especially to your four grandchildren. You've been "Gaga" for 22 years, since Molly Cate (the eldest and ringleader) dubbed you that at age 2. She had other grandmas, but only one Gaga (or Gagi when she was feeling silly). To this day, you sign the kids' cards "love, Gaga." National Grandparents Day: Happy Grandparents Day to Gaga (and Mama) with love
Sister Michael and the Prayer of the Damned

The BKTL smelled of generations of academia. The Victorian buildings, with their lower level of beautiful windows and glass-work, so reflective on the nearby lake, were built shortly after the turn of the century by the Sisters of Mercy (some of whom, it was rumored, still haunted the place). Read on Sister Michael and the Prayer of the Damned
Paranormal Prose Promotion--Seeing Yourself in Others

Paranormal Prose Promotion--Youth and Beauty

How to Blog: Where to Find Free Blogs

Ice Cream Dreams and Michigan Memories
Here's an example of personal memoirs writing. Use this for an example of nostalgia or local history writing.
Ice cream has spelled summer since the Chinese invented it 3,000 years ago. It was primarily for nobility and the upper class until 1776, when the first public ice cream parlor opened in New York City. Ice cream went portable when edible coronets, or cones, made from waffles were introduced at the St. Louis World's Fair. My grandmother remembered buying ice cream squares wrapped in paper, from street vendors in Grand Rapids, Mich. When I was a kid, the Good Humor man still sold frozen novelties, accompanied by a cheerful tune. Ice Cream Dreams and Michigan Memories

Free Printable Personal Planners, Resume Templates, Business Forms

Being a thrifty WAHM, I won't pay for business forms, online organizers, document or resume templates, personal planners or calendars. You shouldn't either and you don't have to. Click here Free Printable Personal Planners, Business Templates, Resume Templates.
Labor Day Social Studies Lesson Planner, Writing Prompts

We can thank Labor unions such as the UAW (United Auto Workers), the farm workers, railroad and steel workers, miners, NEA, PATCO, Teamsters and those unions within the AFL-CIO for their action to preserve the dignity of labor, to facilitate healthy and safe work environments and to negotiate successfully for better working conditions. Many skilled trades people (like authors) have guilds to protect their rights. For free Labor Day lessons and writing prompts, visit Labor Day Social Studies Lesson Planner
Sample Commentary for Current Events Essay Writing
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Essays are similar to commentaries (also called editorial or op-ed), in which the writer comments, from his own opinion and experience, on trending news stories. Typically, other stories or facts are employed to back up the author's contention. Writers need to be careful not to write too much fact with essays/commentaries. The piece is then an analysis. Essays should clearly reflect the writer's opinion. Here's an example from a piece I wrote for Yahoo!
--Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to censor. Take the matter of online photo sharing--there's sometimes a fine line between offensive content and freedom of speech (or share). Who's to say what constitutes offensive material. There's no one-size-fits-all model that works for every situation.
Like a fly, Facebook keeps getting tangled in the censorship web. Time and again, photos are banned that shouldn't be. Case in point are the images from a breast cancer survivor which Facebook deemed obscene. Read more at...Facebook's Odd Photo Bans Highlight Censorship Dilemmas
How to Write a Nostalgic Tribute, Experience Memoir

On June 8, 1972, I was your average 7-year-old, happy to be out of school and looking forward to summer vacation. Soldiers were fighting in a place called "Vietnam" but that was far away and didn't really affect me in my happy little beach town of Muskegon, Mich.
Over meatloaf and mashed potatoes, we watched news reels on television. As callous as only a child can be, I got used to seeing the graphic images. In fact, it used to annoy me when war updates interrupted "Tom and Jerry." Read more at Photo of Girl in Vietnam Napalm Bombing Brings Back Memories
Free Poetry Writing Guide: How to Write Free Verse Poetry
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No Flowers for Mama
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i wanna by sum flowers for my mama
cuz flowers are pretty and so is she
i asked her what kind she liked and she smiled
'save your pennies, honey and pick some wild flowers for me'
i spied the neighbors two-lips
growing tall, all pink and red
i spied the neighbor watchin' me
so i kicked a stone instead (read more here) No Flowers for Mama (P.S.--if this intrepid little boy wanted to pick from my garden, I'd let him!)
How to Write a Musical Review
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"Croatian virtuoso pianist Maksim Mrvica plays classical cross-over and is himself a world class act. Since performing his first concerto at age 11, nothing, not even war, has prevented Maksim from creating beautiful
Writer Vulnerability

Free Printable Poetry Lesson--'Green' Nature Poems with Science Connections
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Free Printable Holy Week Activities
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Proverbs in Anima Humanis or Vice, in Verse
I thought I'd try my hand at writing proverbs...those pithy aphorisms King Solomon and Ben Franklin were given to penning. These are liberally seasoned with simile and metaphor baked in savory verse.
Care fetters the mind
as shackles, the imprisoned bind
but expression frees the heart
as manacles, a goaler's key
Doubt sows tares in good intentions
and beats plowshares into swords
whilst faith tends the Gardener-given patch
gladly, gently, peaceably, and with love
Deception perverts truth
as a wasting sickness cripples and deforms
yet honesty gives wings to the earthbound
to take itself heavenward
Gloom wrenches the mind
like stones, causing the foot to stumble
but a smile clears the path
and helps the sojourner on her way
Loneliness corrodes the heart
like acid on a blooming jonquil
but friendship is heart's-ease and balm
soothing the sadness and meeting the need
Fear corrupts the soul
like mildew in rising damp
while trust dries up encroaching mold
blowing it nowhere to harm no one
Strife ignites the stomach and
heats the blood, like flame to tinder
laughter, also like conflagration,
spreads and warms without burning.
Anger charges the choleric to
take up arms and duel to death
but tolerance inspires the sanguine
to put passion to healing
Hatred impales, decapitates, silences
like a guillotine or pikestaff
while Love embraces, enfolds, protects
Care fetters the mind
as shackles, the imprisoned bind
but expression frees the heart
as manacles, a goaler's key
Doubt sows tares in good intentions
and beats plowshares into swords
whilst faith tends the Gardener-given patch
gladly, gently, peaceably, and with love
Deception perverts truth
as a wasting sickness cripples and deforms
yet honesty gives wings to the earthbound
to take itself heavenward
Gloom wrenches the mind
like stones, causing the foot to stumble
but a smile clears the path
and helps the sojourner on her way
Loneliness corrodes the heart
like acid on a blooming jonquil
but friendship is heart's-ease and balm
soothing the sadness and meeting the need
Fear corrupts the soul
like mildew in rising damp
while trust dries up encroaching mold
blowing it nowhere to harm no one
Strife ignites the stomach and
heats the blood, like flame to tinder
laughter, also like conflagration,
spreads and warms without burning.
Anger charges the choleric to
take up arms and duel to death
but tolerance inspires the sanguine
to put passion to healing
Hatred impales, decapitates, silences
like a guillotine or pikestaff
while Love embraces, enfolds, protects
repairs, rebuilds, resurrects and renews
as Man, once dead, lives again
Taskmaster

the muse will not be
mitigated, satiated, filled
restlessly, he bids me always
to pen when i would sleep
i call him "he" tho'
in fact, "she" he may be
or even "it"-- as bestial
he often devours me whole
Phantasm? Demon? Harpy?
Fury? Friend? Foe?
Muse at my shoulder
monkey on my back
all senses or affect
any tranquility I may possess
or long for, any serenity I demand
is always answered "nay"
"Legion" he very likely is
for he or they never sleep
or take ease or allow it
driver driving the driven on
he takes my spirit to task anon
Quixote, questing, dreaming impossibly
haunts my wakings, troubles my night
tilting at windmills and at nothing
like Poe's eternal Raven
not imprecating "Nevermore"
but exhorting me "onward"
"Excelsoir" and "evermore!"
Not bird, nay, but yet hawk, even vulture-like
in wary watchfulness
knelling, compelling, opining
of what? je ne sais quoi
would that he were,
my night companion,
as Poe's winged fiend
made of flesh and feathers
Like Dickinson's thing with wings
for then I could perchance parley some
converse, rail, inquire, implore
enigmatic possibly, but living
Or, in greatest travail
cease his eternal bullying
silence his endless harangue
plunging my quill in his breast
but ever, mine is Petra-still
implacable, immovable
a fixture, with only orbs
and zeal alive and probing
all-seeing, omnipotent, still
pity-less, remorseless, relentless
like water on a stone
encroaching, eroding, erasing
further still, a millstone
of justice and retribution
a nemesis, revolving slowly
grinding steadily finer
wearing me down to
thought, emotion, specter, bone
taxing, teasing, telescoping resources
to unreachable reaches
would that my demigod ever
commended or even acknowledged
my passion-drained self
my craft-weary, word-heavy soul
Under his ceaseless, scalding stare
I will 'ere be apprentice
journeyman perhaps, but never
master, magistra, beladonna
In ages past and times to come
I will tarry not in slumber
while decomposing, I compose
in composition, no repose
~marilisa, 2/22/12 Ash Wednesday
Dreamings

She dreamt in octuplet
in verse, footed and free
she wept in rhyme
amber-soft, flinty and chill
words, parsed en multi lingua
ad hoc, ad limina
without boundary or shore
sea-deeps to grave-silent outer tomb
Aligheri descended to hinterland
and beyond, Milton ascended,
nirvana found, in mesosphere
between dwelt Aristophanes
what is man's soul that any art mindful?
Goethe's devouring Mephistopheles
trades Faust for Little Nell.
Valjean, redemption, for bread.
Verbum is soul liturgy
Alexandria, Bodleian, subway wall
truth? Triumph of man
against society? Nay self.
And what of paradise?
Peace, Patience, incants the Prophet
magi, shaman, fakir agree
even Immortal Qasim, Jesu
and Gautama neath his bodhi tree
ergo, in quasi pace, she waits
with holy men, demons, mortui
for portent of signum crucis
(or otherwise) let it be
morn to twilight to blue-black nacht
she travels twixt infinitum and natal sound
in the moments among
sclafen, dream and waking
desiderata, mantra
much to think, to feel, to need, to taste
mammon long passed
and sapiens still to meet
in vacuum-time, we attende
speaking nothing, everything
from world's first gasp
to final death rattle
O, to repose neath Pleiades’s
on porcelain sand-lipped sea
in grove of Venus
or temple of Astarte
to drink of vineyard fruit
vino, vita, veritas
dulce et jubilato
ascend star-pocked stair
In caelo, ora et labora
unt labora es ora
minor travesti with
much amor et caritas
Meanwhile back en terra
The erstwhile poet poseur
Tiredly slogs on
Tiredly slogs on
Scribbling her doggerel
But even in humility
worth is to be found
In stable was king born
The saviour in straw
clay slap-pulled is Grecian vase
marble bent asunder, woman
ochre, azure, vermillion
Titian henna-tress vixen
y Raphael's fresco sublime
rude word becomes
lyric, gossamer imitates gown
rosewood, mellifluous lute
gold becomes reliquary sanctus
and alabaster a funeral jar
From peasant-hewn grain
to celestial body
from philistine-trod grape
corpus, sangua, soul and divinity
O to repose...
Free Romantic Valentine's Cards, Poems, Verses, E-Cards
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