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July 07th, 2020

7/7/2020

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the jack-in-the-box

6/2/2020

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​How long has it been since you cranked the handle of a jack- in-the-box, maybe 40 plus years? Maybe you are a child at heart and last cranked the handle only a few years ago. I suspect it depends on how you define a Jack-in-the-box. For the sake of this blog, let's work with a metaphor and define the "Jack" who lives in-the-box as any concept that by our/your action, causes something to happen; either concrete or conceptual.  In that case, it could have been just yesterday!
For the sake of this blog, I'm going to rename each "Jack" in
Hatfield/McCoy style (oppositions),
racism/unbiased treatment of others
injustice/justice
inequality/equality
divisiveness /unity

Dealing with these "Jacks", the number of people cranking the metaphorical handle would have to be 100 percent. You have to fall on either side.  Although, as I think about it, some of you may be caught with forefinger and thumb pinching the tiny handle, unable to turn the crank. The reasons may differ; confusion, indecisiveness or unwillingness to weigh in (for reasons good or bad-no judgement here)
Next, step back and ask yourself which "Jack" should be stuffed back in the box with a lid securely fastened. Do you notice that as you step back, it becomes painfully clear what must be forced back in the box and maybe even given a free ride to the dump for recycling?

I am talking in absolutes here; sheer black and white - no gray zones for the time being. That being said, how can anything but racism, injustice, inequality and divisiveness be the first to have the top forced down on them with an added padlock for secure keeping.

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There is one question that is bellowed out by many of you and within that bellow lies the gray zone:
  1. Do racism, injustice, inequality, and divisiveness exist?
  • If you decide the answer is yes to any of the four, is there ever a  degree to which each is acceptable?
  • If you answered no, how many people would it take verifying the existence of any/or all of these four "Jacks" for you to change your mind?

Mind you, these are all rhetorical questions. I have my own opinions, but for the moment, I'm not going to let them out of the bag. As it pertains to children, your answers become critically important, particularly since children are sponges soaking up whatever their parents spill out. Initially, they have no capacity to determine if those opinions are valid or fair.  They simply soak in the opinion and when squeezed, spew it right back out.  

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My brief opinion moment: I think this is how our "jacks" keep jumping out or it is at least one of the reasons why the handle keeps cranking. We parents/adults are responsible for the views of our children. Those very views are soaked up and squeezed back out like a bad genetic mutation.   Children become at risk of becoming the elements of society having a propensity to infringe on the rights of others or, at the very least,  those who stir the pot, grow up, and then spill those same views to the fruit of their loins.  We are in definite need of CRISPER here.

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Time for introspection:
There are only two actions when it comes to a Jack-in-the-box; cranking the handle or sealing the top.  If cranking the handle is about perpetuating racism, injustice, inequality and divisiveness then sealing the top conversely is creating a space for the equal treatment of others, justice, equality and unity. So knowing the parameters, think about where you fall in terms of passing along views/opinions/behaviors which are likely to have unintended consequences; mainly oppressive.
Creating a space for positive change is about your willingness to close the top of the Jack-in-the-box.  That being said it's time to ask yourself: Are you cranking the handle or are you sealing the top.
In keeping with my poetic nature, I hope "The Jack-in-the=box" will compliment my musings.
As always, I welcome comments and shares.
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How to survive a pandemic complete with  pandemic poetry

4/19/2020

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I've decided that there are six things that the masses need to survive a pandemic.  The first four are:
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paper towels
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hand sanitizer
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toliet paper
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chicken
I know this from personal experience because for the last month, I have searched high and low to find these items and since they are in such high demand,  they must be what we all need to survive. 
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These are scary times aren't they? We have no control anymore... except, it seems, over what we put in our mouths. Is it just me, or does anyone else derive perverse comfort from eating Lucky Charms... at 2AM in the morning? I am definitely exerting the WRONG kind of control. I must STOP THE EATING. I have to remind my primitive self that I live in the 21st century. I do not have to succumb to what appears to be a primal need to hunt and gather Lucky Charms. My rational mind knows I do not have to keep eating in preparation to survive off of my own blubber. But, my primitive brain keeps telling me to stuff my face.  Again, I repeat to my brain, these are not caveman times, we have refrigerators and non perishable food yet I instinctively continue to reach out for what is magically delicious. That being said, I do think my primal brain may be correct about my need to stalk chicken, the only food item actually needed to survive in a pandemic. Take note of this because it can only be found in grocery stores intermittently. Seriously people, what is with the run on chicken? I am perplexed. Can't we also be in love with the other white meat? And, did we need a pandemic to stop eating red meat? All I can say is it is a good thing I love steak,  I may just have to rethink adding fish oil supplements to our survival list so we can stave off our impending heart disease.

​Excuse me please, nature is calling....
FOR PETE SAKE!!!! NO TOLIET PAPER????!!!!!  Can't anyone else change a simple toilet paper roll??????  Oh, wait, that's right, we ran out...totally. WHY????  People, what are you doing with your TP stockpiles, (the next item necessary to survive a pandemic)?  I promise, social distancing works better than mummification. This must be the public's general idea behind TP stockpiles.  Finding PPE (personal protective equipment) was out of stock forever, it seems the masses turned to TP mummification.  I'm not buying the idea, although I do think it explains why Charmin Strong sold out faster than Charmin soft. I mean, really, which do you think is a better barrier to COVID19?
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-Sidebar:
Now, I know I could have used hand sanitizer to take care of my potty germs, and that is also on the list of pandemic survival items but, that has been missing from shelves for weeks. Not to worry, I was semi-smart and ordered aloe Vera gel online from Walmart (Amazon needed a break). As it turns out, you can actually make your own hand sanitizer by mixing a certain combination of aloe Vera gel with 90-99% rubbing alcohol. Thank you DIY channel. Sadly, in my frenzied haste, I forgot to order the rubbing alcohol and I also forgot I had previously ordered aloe and promptly ordered it a second time. Now I have enough aloe to soothe the soon to be burned skin of all the people hastily rushing back to the various beaches around the United States.

It's ok though, I have to say, I am not as concerned about hand sanitizer because I have something that apparently the masses have forgotten; soap. It has existed for years and when paired with water is not just 99% effective against germs, it is 100% effective, if you wash your hands correctly. I can do that! There is only one problem. I have no paper towels to dry my hands with because THEY ARE SOLD OUT! That is the second paper item necessary to survive a pandemic, but honestly, I just don't know why. I think it might be to mop up the aloe that bloops on the floor as you concoct your DIY hand sanitizer. Be careful, that blob of aloe is a slip and fall risk and only a paper towel can save you from yourself.


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The poor thing never saw that blob of aloe.

Ok, just 20 more secs...

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Now sing with me, twice

Ok, all clean...

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.Is it really such a big deal if we stockpile chicken, toilet paper, hand sanitizer, paper towels and in my case Lucky Charms? I mean, it's not like we are trampling each other. Wait, are we trampling each other? If you are, you must have forgotten the last two essential items on our pandemic survival list; kindness and compassion? They are the two items you will never find in the stores on a shelf. They are only to be found within the shelves of our hearts and are ours to replenish. They are the necessities to retrieve as we engage with cashiers as well as our fellow shoppers joining the hunt for our pandemic items (hopefully 6 feet away from each other and while wearing masks). They are what we need as we interact with our essential workers as well; mechanics, health care workers, receptionists, lawn care workers, plumbers, HVAC technicians, truck drivers, food retail workers, sanitation workers, postal workers, and more. People are grieving, facing their mortality, or are hungry and bearing financial strife, all while some simply worry about pandemic bad hair. It is our kindness and compassion that will allow us to comfort those in need, lend a hand to those who cannot stand up on their own, or point a friend to a YouTube video on how to french braid your own hair (sure cure for pandemic hair); everyone's pain is their own and kindness and compassion allow us to see that.

I think you are now fully equipped to survive a pandemic, if of course you make sure you have your staples.  I suspect you do since, TP, paper towels, chicken and hand sanitizer are still out at Target, Walmart and all of my local grocery stores.  The jury is out on kindness and compassion.  Some of the masses need to go shopping.  I have faith that they will.

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  Pandemic Poetry;​ Haikus-the last literary item needed in a pandemic.  Go ahead and try one of these 3 line, 5-7-5 syllable poems. It will be fun! Here are three examples:

Can't you spare a square?
Hold one piece up and then tear.
For my dariderriere.

Then someone else said
What did the chicken 
just say?
Pork is on aisle ten.


Doc Fauci relayed
Best to stay six feet 
away
​From a big Ah-Choo!

It's a two way street
Compassion and kindness run
In then out of us 

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It takes a village, people...

3/1/2020

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Who doesn't want their child to grow up to be kind?
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But, lately it seems that the idea of kindness is being trampled upon, values demeaned and angry tones raised to frightening new heights.
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trampled
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demean
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angry tones
and I'm talking about by adults! 
It begs the question, What kind of role model do you want to be for the children of our society.  I purposely write "of our society" because I am a firm believer in that notion that it takes a village.
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Well, that is not quite what I
meant, but I can smooth out
that thought using
one single coma.
It takes a village, people!



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Now it is time to humor me. 
Let's think of all of the things
that are contagious (in GIF form).

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vomiting
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the common cold
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yawns
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emotion
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The way I see it,
 if all of these things are contagious,
how can kindness NOT be contagious. 
You see, kindness leads to smiles and
SMILES are definitely contagious. 

​And in the spirit of the season...
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The Lenten season is upon us and for those of you unfamiliar with  Lent, it is found within the Christian calendar and consists of the 40 days prior to Easter.  Historically, it is a time when Christians reflect and prepare as Jesus did when he withdrew to the desert for 40 days. It is a time of personal sacrifice, reflection and betterment. While Lent is a Christian season, it need not be exclusive of other faiths, or for that matter, those without a said faith.  How can any of us argue with spending a period of time reflecting upon how we might better ourselves and our beliefs? This Lenten season, I invite you to consider your role in showing kindness to those around you, particularly how we might model that attribute to children, whether they are our own children, younger siblings or simply those we encounter every day.

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​To that end,  recently, I received a wonderful gift.  If you recall, in my last blog, I wrote of Limericks and Edward Lear. In an exchange of comments, I noted that I would have to locate a copy of his Nonsense Book; long story short, I now have a copy of his Nonsense ​Book and it is a treasure.  In a single act of kindness, my heart was warmed and I am still smiling.  And, to this end, I think we all know what smiles are, don't we!


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Yup, contagious. I can see you smiling too!
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An  A-a-b-b-a  story

2/10/2020

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PictureEdward Lear, father of the Limerick
Ok, my poetry peeps, before we get to the all important message, do you remember what a limerick is? Let me remind you in the form of a limerick story!


A Limerick's Story

It has a total of five lines
Having A-A-B-B-A rhymes
The first two long
Two short and strong
The last and first two align

Known to be just a bit lude
Dare I say even a tad rude
But in this post
As a good host
Not a one will ever be crude

Edward Lear wrote prose till his end
Scratched his beard with an old quill pen
Then did commence
With poetic nonsense
Dubbed limericks by his literary friends

Now each and every one must know
There's more to this silly word show
Pull up a chair
No need to beware
If you please, I have more to bestow*

*Even though limericks are meant to be 5 lines in full, bear with my poetic license and say a little  prayer for Edward Lear since he may have just rolled over in his grave.

Now for the real news of the day!

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Hmmm, a snail race?

On your mark, get ready, set go
Full speed, no time to tiptoe
For my poetic ware
With a mindful flare
May be preordered at sites  found below
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If you can tiptoe like this, GO!
I am pleased to announce that Grow with Me Poetry has a release date of April 30, 2020 and you are now able to preorder copies at Amazon.com as well as BarnesandNoble.com. This is an exciting time indeed.  From my bookshelf to yours, thank you in advance for allowing me to share my book with you. Stay tune for updates and other goodies.  In the meantime, try writing a limerick of your own. You are welcome to share it in the comment section, but remember, this is a G-rated blog!
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To all of my soon-to-be friends...

1/29/2020

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I'd like to thank each and every one of my soon to be friends! You and your children are the reason I chose to write Grow with Me Poetry. I have concerns. I have worries. I think about what it is like to be a child in today's world. I like to make people chuckle (don't get me started on the belly laughs - they are just icing on the cake).  I believe we have something big in common; the knowledge of human ​nature and how it is filtered through the crevices of our children's minds. By touting and teaching mindfulness and inviting you to entwine it within how you read poetry, I think... nope, I know that you will be able to pass the gift right on to your children, outfitting them with more than a pair of vans (my favorite sneakers, BTW). Your children will then don a lifelong coping skill along with gaining a deeper understanding of what seeds, sprouts and blooms within them as they grow.
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Hey! 
I said 
VANS 
not
CANS!
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By the end of this paragraph you may find yourself wondering why an author of a children's poetry book and proponent of mindfulness is talking about that potentially  mortifying moment you see your child's eyes boring a hole through a stranger, their little minds exploding in contemplation as they wonder why that person appears different from them. In just two more sentences you will know the answer! You see, I am often the stranger at the receiving end of those curious eyes and I thought I would start my first blog within Weebly by actually talking about the elephant in the room. 
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HEY! I said ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM...
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​... not

ELEPHANT
WITH
A BROOM!

​I am hoping we will get a chance to meet in person one day. In that event, you will quickly learn why your children may stare.  For yuks, let's do a poll.  Check all of the boxes that you think may apply to why your little one's eyes are glued on me.

    Your Children are staring at me because:

    Select all that apply
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If you guessed all of the above, you are correct. Like my grandfather before me, I went gray in my 30ies and I found that unless I wanted to set up a Go Fund Me Page to cover the cost of coloring my hair every 2-3 weeks, I would need to be open to transition. The last two years have been full of transition; from brunette to silver and then from two feet to four wheels. I am now a natural a curly silver. I am also a statistic. I am 1 in 10,000 people having a rare connective tissue disorder called Elhler's Danlos Syndrome. It is a largely invisible, but is a multisystemic disorder that causes a plethora of potentially debilitating symptoms. I just say "I have issues with my tissues." See www.ehlers-danlos.com/what-is-eds/ if you have an inquiring mind. Apart from my "add on items" (crutches, scooters, walker), I look so normal that I tend to even confound adults who are oddly still prone to staring. I just attribute it to 1) they are trying to sort out the incongruity or 2) might just be coveting my prime handicapped parking space. Why should children be any different from their taller counterparts? Should I have the honor of meeting you and your staring child in person, know that I don't mind their innocent eyes and welcome any questions they may have. I'll let you in on one of my family secrets: when my children were younger, we had one simple staring rule; if you are going to stare, try to smile and definitely WAVE! I can't think of anyone who wouldn’t benefit from a child's greeting! Who would have guessed that I would benefit from my own rule?
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HEY!
I said
SMILE
 not
STYLE!
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Over the years, the marathon of managing my EDS opened up  wounds that only the practice of mindfulness could help me heal. It quieted my mind, soothed my body and left me wishing I had embraced it earlier in life. That  was the impetus for searching out a sneaky way to slip it into the routine of a child in such a way that they might not even know they were learning a new skill! It should not be thought of as  broccoli when clearly it is candy! I just needed to find a way to make it sweet and appealing. That is where poetry comes in.  Being a child at heart, I love rhyming and rhyming most definitely suits a child's literary taste (more candy).  Grow with Me Poetry  allows you and your child to "bust a rhyme" as you learn to calm your mind! Ba-Dum-Dum-Ching!
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HEY! I said
BUST A RHYME
 not
BABY SUCKS ON A LIME!
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PictureDoorbell, REALLY??!
Now, you might recall that earlier in this post I wrote that I have been through a period of transition over the last couple of years. I left little bread crumbs (in the form of GIFs) leading you to what the last and very most important transition in my life pertained to. If you have already read the About the Author section in the website, you may already know.  It was my transition from being an audiologist to becoming an author. If anyone had asked Hey, have you ever thought about a second career as an author? I would have responded in turn, as nearly all my patients did over the course of  my wonderful and fulfilling 30 year audiology career; by saying WHAT?? Then, I would have giggled and said nope. Yet, here I sit, blogging, having written a children's book of poetry, securely wrapped within the tenants of mindfulness. 
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                                       So there you have it, me in a nutshell...


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...  I am my words.  I say what I mean, mean what I say, speak in the  tone of how I would if we were simply kibitzing  over a cup of coffee,  and finally through the words of a budding author.  There is so much more to share, but it is better left for the next blog.  Let's meet back here once and a while and talk. It'll be fun, come and see!  Also, if you liked what you read, like the post, share it with everyone you know and sign up for more! Your privacy will be coveted.
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'Tis the Season for a Holiday Haiku

12/17/2019

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Let's take a quick 'tis the season poll: Who gets stressed out around the holidays? You? And You? And you and you and you?? Don't you wish you could pop an anti stress pill in much the same way anyone over 55 years of age pops Tums? Since such a pill does not exist, let's try this instead: Take a nice deep, slow breath in and then let it seep back out. Do this until you feel yourself starting to settle a bit. Now, picture yourself crossing all the "must do by Christmas items" off of your list. I find this oddly satisfying even though I am just pretending. The little exercise gives me hope I will indeed get it all done. Next, picture all of your gifts wrapped and placed under the tree. Finally, try to stifle the thought of heaving the Yule log at that one person who is on your last nerve. If you are a New York minute away from such an act, it would be a perfect time to take a moment to channel the true meaning of the season and ponder the age old biblical question, WWJD. Again, for those of us over 55, WWJD is code for "What would Jesus do?". I am sure Jesus would thank you for giving yourself a time-out so that you may think of the many reasons it is better to place the Yulelog where it belongs; in the fireplace.
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'Tis the season for a warm heart.Once you are toasty and warm, with the fireplace crackling nearby and a cup of Joe (or tea) in hand, enjoy the results of a fun little creative writing challenge I posed to my Facebook readers. I asked that they write a Holiday Haiku. Haikus are particularly fun because, as you recall, they are short 3 line poems having 5 syllables in the first sentence, 7 in the second and back to 5 syllables in the last. Rhymes are optional. I had such a great response to the challenge that I decided to devote a blog post to it. Feel free to add your own Holiday Haiku in the comment section below.

I present to you The Facebook Holiday Haiku Challenge:

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​Ho, ho, ho it's me
Can you guess who I might be?​​ 
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Look due north to see!
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Is it really you? 
I see you on the rooftop
You must be SANTA! 
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Snow, snow falling snow
It makes a pretty picture
Until the dog comes. ​
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I sit and I wait​
Stream of red lights before me
​Boy, this traffic sucks

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Christmas is not just​
the presents, gifts and money
​It's love, laughter, joy

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Oil for just one day
In a miracle of light
They stayed lit for eight

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Time to be jolly
'Tis a season of great joy
FA-LA-LA-LA-LA
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Celebrate Christmas
By counting the syllables
Holiday Haiku! 
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Christmas time is near
But it's still fifty degrees
Climate change is real
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For the Jewish folks
Hanukkah is very near
​Light the Menorah!

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The astrologers
Looked up to the starlit sky
​Guided trip ahead

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Ho, ho, ho it's me
Can you guess who I might be
?​
​Look due north to see!
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I sit and I wait​
Stream of red lights before me
​Boy, this traffic sucks

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Rudolph's nose glows bright
Guiding Santa's sleigh at night
Chimneys wait his plight

I mix and spread grout
Filling all the crevices
​My art is transformed

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Candles light the Xmas tree
Be careful or you
might see​
Firetrucks come to thee​!*
*(BTW, this is a UKIAH which is a reverse haiku!)
There you have it! Give a big hand to my Facebook readers! They did a wonderful job Holiday Haikuing us right into the holiday season. I hope you enjoyed them and are inspired to take a stab at one yourself.
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There is one more important thing about writing Haikus; by nature, they guide you down a mindful path, especially if you read them out loud. Finger counting syllables and focusing on the inherent rhythm of a poem all calmly guide us into an awareness of the task at hand (pun intended). However, if in doing so you still find yourself distracted by your thoughts, simply turn your attention to your breath. In the spirit of a Haiku poem, take 5 slow calming breaths letting each breath slowly seep back out. Still thinking of your Christmas list? That's ok, let the thoughts float in and out along with your breath this time taking 7 calming breaths. Is focusing still elusive?? Add a 5 final slow breaths, in then out. That is what I call Haiku breathing. By the time you finish, you will feel less frenzied and better able to concentrate. Remember, Haiku breathing can be done anytime and anywhere; standing in long lines, dealing with naughty elves, upon stepping on the scale one day after your holiday feast (just don't) or, should you still find yourself wanting to throw the Yule log at someone or something other than the Yuletide fire. Go ahead and give it a whirl (Haiku breathing, not the Yule log) then go write a Haiku. Even better, try this: At your holiday meal, have one person start by thinking of a 5 line sentence that pertains to the holiday season. Then, have the person to their right add the next 7 syllable sentence. Again, the next person to the right finishes up with the last 5 syllable sentence. Don't discount children! You would be amazed at their creativity. They may just need a bit of assistance. Continue until everyone has had a go. It's great fun and a super conversation starter. Hey, it beats talking about politics with a Yule log!

A Merry Christmas Very Happy Holidays And a great New Year!

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"I said I'm FIne!"... cue door slam

8/7/2019

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Let's see how many parents can relate to the next parent to child exchange:
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Parent: Hi Child, how was your day? (Thinking, PLEASE let him/her say something other than the "F" word).
Child: It was "F"ine!" (All the while thinking: I sat by myself at lunch, my teacher didn't call on me today which means she hates me, my best friend ditched me, I like a boy/girl who doesn't know I'm alive, I turned down weed three times today, I have this pit in my stomach that feels like something bad is going to happen any second, and I can't delete a rumor someone started about me on Facebook). 
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Yup, just fine...
​BTW, If any of you were thinking of a different "F" word, reign it in, this is a rated G blog (not that I am below using that other one in utter frustration, or extreme pain (e.g. stubbed toe), but I vow to abstain from such vulgarity when I write. Onward...

There is a growing disconnect between adults and children. Why am I specifying adult to child? Simply because as always, it takes a village. Adult to child could be parent to child, grandparent to child, older sibling to younger sibling or teacher to child. In essence, anyone holding adult wisdom paired with the innocence of youth.
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I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to understand that there are some pretty specific things that have led us down this path. I gleaned a bit of insight one night as my kids were arguing over who's turn it was to set the table before dinner. Unexpectedly, my son said you know Mom, none of my friends have "family dinners". My daughter seconded the notion, decided that she was in favor of our "tradition" and then promptly told me that maybe I should set the table.
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First and foremost, when did sitting down with your family for dinner become a tradition? ! Time for a vocabulary lesson. 
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Nevermind, I found one...
given
noun giv·​en | \ ˈgi-vən  \

Definition of given (Entry 2 of 3):  something taken for granted: a basic condition or assumption.
tradition
noun tra·​di·​tion | \ trə-ˈdi-shən  \

Definition of tradition
1a: an inherited, established, or customary pattern of thought, action, or behavior (such as a religious practice or a social custom)

// 1. "So in actuality, we as a society seem to have kept the tradition of eating (thank goodness for taking a stand on sustenance), but eating together as a family is no longer a given."  
   2. "By nature of crazed schedules and after school activities out the ying-yang we have        given up 30-60 minutes of solid quality family time (depending on how fast you eat). 
 Bridgette Fowler, Growwithmepoetry.blog, 7 August 2019

And one more important definition...

ying-yang
noun \ ˈyiŋ-ˌyaŋ  \
up the ying-yang or, less commonly out the ying-yang US slang: in very large amounts: in excess

//"I have used the Mirriam-Webster's dictionary out the ying-yang while writing this blog." -Bridgette Fowler, Growwithmepoetry.blog, 7 August 2019
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It appears that if we are to have a snowman's hope of breathing fire without melting (not likely), I think we need to address the amount of time we actually talk and listen to our children. Conversation should be a given in families. Remember the adage, if you are not part of the solution you are part of the problem? Now, if I was a reader, I would ask just what is your solution and BTW, what makes you so qualified to throw your 2 cents in? I will distract you with an answer and hope that it sounds so viable that you forget about the what makes you qualified part.

​I happened upon a solution quite by accident when my children were just little tykes. They were the little that you love to remember; sticky hands ready to hold yours, eyes looking up at you as they wrap their arms around you in pure love, giggles filling the house just because someone happened to say the word "fart". Those memories are then shattered by the what most parents recall to be the H-E-double hockey sticks that would be bedtime. Tired whines, pleads to stay up later and thoughts of how your child grew horns in one-hour flat.
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I have mentioned in previous blogs that I began writing poems for my children in hopes that they would become part of a new bedtime routine, one in which they put themselves to bed (HAPPY DAY!!!) We called them Nite-Notes it was an even HAPPIER DAY when they inadvertently led to Day-Dialogue (don'tcha just love alliteration!). Grow with Me Poetry (the book I have authored and is slated for a late Fall of 2019 release) is your ticket to Creative-Conversation (I told you I loved alliteration). It is a collection of poems that address the goings on of childhood. After each poem, I have included conversation starters; questions about the content of the poem that which prompt discussion. A journaling page is included after each poem. We all need a place to start, especially if we are trying to get past the "F" word. Just may if we start this little practice when our children are young, and while reading to your children is still a given, we can teach our children something very special. The lesson is it is a given that we are always available for child to adult conversation and furthermore, that how we converse with our children becomes a treasured tradition.

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In light of the recent tragedies in America, our youth need adults more than ever. We owe it to them to strive to surpass the "F" word.
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Darn it Jim, I’m a middle aged mom-poet, retired audiologist and wife, not an editor!!

6/30/2019

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Two words: track changes. Let's poll the audience. Humor me, show me you are reading. Just like those Facebook requests, you know, the ones that ask you to prove your worth by cutting and pasting an ala-carte request. I don't know about you, but I find myself worth nothing since I haven't yet mastered the task of being able to cut and paste Facebook posts; the very foundation, the epicenter of my ability to prove I care. So, undercut by my social networking ineptness, I am misunderstood. What I am asking of you is a simple button push, no cutting, no pasting, no judgement, a simple anonymous Mr., Ms. or Mrs. Pointer tap. The feeling of accomplishment once completed will remain with you for weeks. Now, time to get to it!

    Would you be able to teach a highly motivated student how to use Microsoft Word's Track Changes?

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So why the survey? Because Track Changes has been my life since Brandylane/Belle Isle Publishers agreed to publish Grow with Me Poetry. And do you want to know a secret? I had never even heard of track changes before that. I'm sure my mid to late twenty something editor didn't notice. Oh wait, that was probably why she sent me a link to "how to use track changes." It's ok, I was not even insulted. I know my limitations and swear by them, but now, I can honestly say I can manage them, at least in a fashion that I imagine my poor editor's eyes have ceased rolling upon opening a returned manuscript.
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I have to admit; I was a bit intimidated by the thought of the editing process. Firstly, I didn't even know what editing in the year 2019 meant. To date, I had only published two articles; one that discussed noise induced hearing loss and ganglion cell regeneration in quail (who knew people even wrote about such things, hmm?) and the other which discussed newborn hearing screenings in early 1990. Both were research articles published between 1987 and 1995 and the editing began and ended with a red marker! Secondly, some pesky post concussive vision issues really hamper my ability to read and I found myself intimidated at the impending task given the high probability of error.

I received a warm welcome in the form of an email from a Catherine "Haley" Simpkiss, along with the first of what would be many edits. I think our relationship grew in the way people my age would understand a pen-pal relationship grows. We learned about each other's style and personality by the content and tone of our comments as we wrote back and forth within track changes. Now, I must digress. For those of you having no knowledge of track changes, it is Microsoft Word's way of keeping track of changes that are made within a document. You can use simple speech bubbles to open up a dialogue regarding changes, ideas and questions. The document is sent back and forth between people who either accept or reject those changes and progress through the document until its completion. It is the computer version of a jillion drafts marked in red ink and communication minus a conversation involving live voice.
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As you know by now, I like to let my, pictures speak for me, and as you can clearly see, ​while there was a learning curve involved in my experience with track changes, with every edit I did get better. However, nothing can replace an old fashion, face to face meet and greet. I met with Haley one time during our editing process and that was to share Thai food and chit-chat. I found her to be a most lovely and talented young women wise beyond her years. We talked more about this and that than the book and the process of writing, but that is what we needed, just a little way to get to know each other in a world where almost everything is computer oriented and you really can interact and complete jobs without ever seeing the wizard behind the great red curtain. But honestly, where is the fun in that?
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Grow with Me Poetry is all about re-introducing interaction between generations, and in my case two generations talked comfortably nonstop through a 2-hour delicious lunch, getting to know each other and the how our worlds had intersected. What followed was an even stronger pen-pal track change relationship, one where we were comfortable "accepting and rejecting" ideas and molding Grow with Me Poetry into a final edited copy that is now ready for the "design phase", where a book becomes a book!
In the grand checklist of accomplishments working towards the final copy in hand, three major items have been crossed of the list:
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  • write book
  • find someone to publish book
  • edit book
And yet there is so much to look forward to and anticipate in the days to come. However, at the moment, my curiosity is getting the better of me. Will I stand alone in my ignorance of the wonder program called Track Changes? How to view the poll results will be announced on my Facebook page @growwithmepoetry. I make no apologies for my shameless yet genius plot to steer you back to my Facebook page. All likes, shares and comments are very welcome and I look forward to interacting with you there as well as here.
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