Story Time: English class, with my wonderful teacher. (It’s a homeschool class, with maybe 20 students.) We were discussing poetry, and the topic of conversation was William Shakespeare’s Sonnets. One girl (obviously a fangirl,) cried, “I ship it.”
My poor teacher. She was like, “what on earth are you talking about?” So the girl repeated herself. “I ship it.” My teacher had no idea what she was talking about. No one really wanted to try and explain our craziness to the world, so eventually, my teacher gave up, and turned back to discussing people that were like summer days.
Read on for ship worthy fictional couples. ❤ Continue reading
I was googling some things, and I saw this recommended search: “why books should be banned.” Curious, I clicked on the search button.
Basically, the articles that came up said that books put poison in children’s minds that they can’t get out, and are bad for civilization. Books that explore ideas such as racial prejudices, unpopular religious views, adult stuff.
Should we ban those books?
This is my opinion, and you’re welcome to disagree. Continue reading
Ah, back again with the writing prompts. Happy day! Continue reading
If you haven’t noticed that Thanksgiving is just around the corner, you probably live under a rock. Or live somewhere else besides the USA. Or have young kids. Anyways, November just seems like a good month to be thankful in. (Also, if you’re like our Canadian friend who joined us for Thanksgiving dinner last year, you’ll find out that America has some pretty good food too.) Continue reading
Edgar Albert Guest, not to be confused with Edgar Allen Poe, was a prolific poet known for his light-hearted and sometimes humorous poems. Actually, Guest was one of the few poets who had a normal-ish life. It seems like every other poet had a terrible childhood, usually involving boarding school.
Edgar Guest held the title of Poet Laureate of Michigan, and rightly so. He published over twenty volumes of poetry, and wrote over 11,000 poems! He was born in England, but his family moved to Michigan, in 1891 when Edgar was ten.
This is a different, shorter, post, but I was thinking. (Always a dangerous pastime) So, I was writing a scene for my book, and it sort of hit me deeper than before. The character really wishes that she had been able to say “I love you” one last time before she can’t anymore. Continue reading
Introducing one of my favorite books of all time: The Girl of the Limberlost. Okay, just to start out with: it’s an oldie. Sometimes, when I mention this in my list of favorite books, people will furrow their brows and looks at me funny. I just say: “It’s an older book,” and their expression clears, but no one has ever read it afterwards. Somehow, books that were not placed in the “classic” category (that is mandatory reading in school, thus ruining their charm), but are too outdated to be read by millennials sit sadly on the library shelf, gathering dust. Continue reading