Thursday, February 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
New due dates because of absences from "Snowpocolypse 2014"
New Dates:
Poetry Test: Feb. 19th
Poetry Out Loud: Feb 20th
Poetry Test: Feb. 19th
Poetry Out Loud: Feb 20th
Monday, February 3, 2014
Poetry Ideas for Writing
Creative Writing Poetry Prompts
1) Write a poem about one or all of the four seasons. (Some ideas for brainstorming: What does the season look, feel, smell like? What memories do you associate with that season?).
2) Write a poem using three of the following words: expensive, lampshade, bruise, convincing.
3) Write a poem about something that happened to someone you know. Write about it as if it had happened to you.
4) Write a poem about your shadow. (Some ideas for brainstorming: How does it change when you move? What does it look like in different kinds of light, in different situations? What would happen if you lost it? Does it have a secret life?)
5) Write a poem using all of the following words: smooth, soothe, work, dark.
6) Write a poem based on a dream you had. Try to reproduce the sensations of the dream.
7) Write a poem based on your belief about life after death... or about what you WISH you believed.
8) Write a poem using all of the following words: snake, honey, thaw.
9) Write a poem from the perspective of a character in a fairy tale.
10) Write a poem using all of the following words: moth, angle, cloth, tangle.
11) Write a poem that tells the story of a specific love affair or marriage.
12) Write a poem in the form of a message or letter to your future self.
13) Write a poem about the color red or another color. (Some ideas for brainstorming: How does the color make you feel? What things do you associate with that color?)
14) Write a poem about a place that frightens you or a place where you feel happy. Try to recreate the feeling of the place.
15) Write a poem using all of the following words: exquisite, visit, glisten.
16) Write a poem about something or someone you lost.
17) Write a poem using all of the following words: dim, hinge, dingy.
19) Write a poem in the form of a lullaby.
20) Write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true.
The above was taken from http://www.creative-writing-now.com/creative-writing-prompts.html
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Notice and Note: Contradictions
Background
Byron and his brother (the narrator) don’t get along real
well. Byron is the oldest and tends to be very mean.
Excerpt from The Watson’s Go to
Birmingham
After
my arm quit hurting from his punch I went back to the alley behind Mitchell’s
to take another look at the dead bird but it was gone. Right in the spot where
the bird had crashed By had dug a little grave, and on top of the grave there
were two Popsicle sticks tied together in a cross.
Leave
it to Daddy Cool to kill a bird, then give it a funeral. Leave it to Daddy Cool
to torture human kids at school all day long and never has his conscience
bother him but to feel sorry for a stupid little grayish brown bird.
I don’t
know, I really wished I was as smart as some people thought I was, ‘cause some
of the time it was real hard to understand what was going on with Byron.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Poetry Out Loud
POETRY OUT LOUD PROJECT
POETRY OUT LOUD: Feb 13th
Poetry Out Loud is a National Recitation Competition for Students; however, it will also be a requirement for this 9-weeks in 6th grade English. This is a 100 point grade and poems should be memorized and recited on Feb 13th. Start MEMORIZING and working on PRESENTATION skills!
Poetry Out Loud is a National Recitation Competition for Students; however, it will also be a requirement for this 9-weeks in 6th grade English. This is a 100 point grade and poems should be memorized and recited on Feb 13th. Start MEMORIZING and working on PRESENTATION skills!
You should have your poem chosen by Monday. Jan. 27th.
Students will be assessed using the following Rubric:
1= very weak 6=Outstanding
Each category (with the exception of the last) is worth 6 points.
Physical Presence (1-6)
Voice and Articulation (1-6)
Appropriateness of Dramatization (1-6)
Level of Difficulty (1-6)
Evidence of Understanding (1-6)
Overall Performance (2-12)
Total Number of Points Earned:_____________
Students may recite any poem of their choice with the exception of song lyrics. The poem must be at least seven lines in length.
Go to http://poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/video-recitation-series for more information and examples of excellent poetry presentation skills.
For the printable contest evaluation sheet: click the following: http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/poetry-out-loud-evaluation-sheet.html
Look for Poems at www.poetryfoundation.org
Students will be assessed using the following Rubric:
1= very weak 6=Outstanding
Each category (with the exception of the last) is worth 6 points.
Physical Presence (1-6)
Voice and Articulation (1-6)
Appropriateness of Dramatization (1-6)
Level of Difficulty (1-6)
Evidence of Understanding (1-6)
Overall Performance (2-12)
Total Number of Points Earned:_____________
Students may recite any poem of their choice with the exception of song lyrics. The poem must be at least seven lines in length.
Go to http://poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/video-recitation-series for more information and examples of excellent poetry presentation skills.
For the printable contest evaluation sheet: click the following: http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/poetry-out-loud-evaluation-sheet.html
Look for Poems at www.poetryfoundation.org
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Listen to Sample Poetry Out Loud
Listen to Sample Poetry at
http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/listen-to-poetry
http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/listen-to-poetry
Subtotal Poetry
What can numbers reveal about a person. Read the following edited poem by
SUBTOTALS
Gregory Burnham.
SUBTOTALS
Number of refrigerators I’ve lived with: 18. Number of
rotten eggs I’ve thrown: 1. Number of finger rings I’ve owned: 3. Number of
broken bones: 0. Number of Purple Hearts: 0. Number of holes in one, big golf:
0; miniature golf:3. Number of consecutive push-ups, maximum: 25. Number of
waist size: 32. Number of gray hairs: 4. Number of children: 4. Number of
suits, business: 2; swimming: 22. Number of cigarettes smoked: 83. Number of
times I’ve kicked the dog: 6. Number of postcards sent: 831; received: 416.
Number of spider plants that died while under my care: 34.
Number of blind dates: 2. Number of jumping jacks: 982,316. Number of
headaches: 184. Number of kisses, given: 21,602, received: 20,041. Number of
belts: 21. Number of mess ups, bad: 6; not so bad: 1,500. Number of weeks at
church camp: 1. Number of houses owned: 0. Number of houses rented: 12. Number
of compliments, given: 4,051; accepted: 2,249. Number of embarrassing moments:
2,258. Number of states visited: 38. Number of traffic tickets: 3. Number of
girlfriends: 4. Number of times fallen off playground equipment, swings: 3;
monkey bars: 2; teeter-totter: 1. Number of times flown in dreams: 28. Number
of times fallen down stairs: 9.
Number of dogs: 1. Number of cats: 7. Number of miracles
witnessed: 1. Number of insults, given: 10,038; received: 8,963. Number of
wrong telephone numbers dialed: 73. Number of times speechless: 33. Number of
times stuck key into electrical socket: 1. Number of birds killed with rocks: 1.
Number of times had the wind knocked out of me: 12. Number of times patted on
the back: 181. Number of times unsure of footing: 458. Number of times fallen
asleep reading a book: 513. Number of deja vu experiences: 43. Number of
emotional breakdowns: 1; Number of times choked on bones, chicken: 4; fish: 6;
other: 3. Number of times I didn’t believe parents: 23,978. Number of
lawn-mowing miles: 3,575. Number of light bulbs changed: 273. Number of
childhood home telephone: 384-621-5844. Number of brothers: 3 2. Number of
times I’ve tried to pick up a girl: 5. Number of time I’ve been shotdown: 5.
Number of stairs walked, up: 745,821; down: 743,609. Number
of hats lost: 9. Number of magazine subscriptions: 41. Number of times seasick:
1. Number of bloody noses: 16. Number of fish caught: 1. Number of time heard
“The Star Spangled Banner”: 2,410. Number of babies held in arms: 9. Number of
times I forgot what I was going say: 631.
Ode to Pablo's Tennis Shoes
Follow this link for the poem "Ode to Pablo's Tennis Shoes."
http://teacher.scholastic.com/lessonplans/unit_poetryslam_ode.pdf
http://teacher.scholastic.com/lessonplans/unit_poetryslam_ode.pdf
Presentation and Connotations
Jabberwocky |
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| by Lewis Carroll | ||
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. | ||
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Expository Book Grades
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A few students reading one another's books on the day we turned them in :) |
Hi Folks-
Expository book grades have been posted. I will hand these out on the Tuesday that we return from our long holiday weekend. While many of the books were impressive and creative- the focus of this grade was to assess what students knew about "how-to" research and organization this information correctly.
The following is a link to the rubric, which was sent home in previous Weekly Newsletters. It has also been posted on my blog since November 19th (when the project was first introduced). http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/11/expository-book-project-requirements.html
Here were all of the links and class lessons we did surrounding "how to cite properly."
http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/how-to-cite-properly.html
http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/how-to-create-easy-works-cited-page.html
http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/how-to-cite-internet-source.html
http://drgilchristsclassblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/help-with-your-source-page.html
Here's the good news-
If your grade was lower than a 70, you can resubmit for the highest grade of a 70 (30 point deduction).
If your grade was a 70 or higher, you can resubmit for half credit.
Here's what to do- Look at what you missed, and look closely at the expository book project requirements that were given to you on the blog way back in November. Do what is required for the project and enhance your grade.
ALL RESUBMISSIONS ARE DUE JAN. 27th.
FYI- Other grades left in the MASTERY category this 9-weeks are a Notebook Test, Poetry Test, and Poetry Recitation Grade. You'll have many chances to improve your grade. Pay attention in class, ask questions, and study!
Below
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Narrative Poetry Links
Narrative Poetry:
Sam McGee:
Fresh prince Lyrics:
Ballad: John Henry:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171628
The Ballad of Birmingham:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175900
The Ballad of Birmingham:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175900
Epic: Casey at the Bat:
Monday, January 13, 2014
Background
Byron and his brother (the narrator) don’t get along real
well. Byron is the oldest and tends to be very mean.
Excerpt from The Watson’s Go to
Birmingham
After
my arm quit hurting from his punch I went back to the alley behind Mitchell’s
to take another look at the dead bird but it was gone. Right in the spot where
the bird had crashed By had dug a little grave, and on top of the grave there
were two Popsicle sticks tied together in a cross.
Leave
it to Daddy Cool to kill a bird, then give it a funeral. Leave it to Daddy Cool
to torture human kids at school all day long and never has his conscience
bother him but to feel sorry for a stupid little grayish brown bird.
I don’t
know, I really wished I was as smart as some people thought I was, ‘cause some
of the time it was real hard to understand what was going on with Byron.
Heinrich Himmler
Heinrich Himmler was Reichsfuhrer-SS,
head of the Gestapo
and the Waffen-SS, Nazi Minister of the Interior from 1943 to 1945 and
organizer of the mass murder of Jews in the Third Reich.
Himmler (born October 7, 1900; died May 23, 1945) was born
in Munich, Germany. The son of a pious, authoritarian Roman Catholic
schoolmaster who had once been tutor to the Bavarian Crown Prince, Himmler was
educated at a secondary school in Landshut. He served as an officer cadet in
the Eleventh Bavarian Regiment at the end of World War I, later obtaining a
diploma in agriculture from Munich Technical High School where he studied from
1918 to 1922.
After working briefly as a salesman for a firm of fertilizer
manufacturers, the young Himmler joined a para-military, nationalist
organization and participated in the Munich Beer-Hall putsch of November 1923 as standard-bearer at the side of Ernst Rohm,
Secretary to Gregor Strasser and his deputy district leader in Bavaria, Swabia
and the Palatinate, he was also acting propaganda leader of the NSDAP
from 1925 to 1930.
2
In March 1933, Himmler was appointed
Munich Police President and shortly afterwards he became Commander of the
political police throughout Bavaria. In September 1933 he was made Commander of
all political police units outside Prussia and, though formally under Goering, became head of the Prussian Police
and Gestapo on 20 April 1934. The turning-point in Himmler's career was his
masterminding of the purge of 30 June 1934 which smashed the power of the SA
and paved the way for the emergence of the SS as an independent organization
charged with "safeguarding the . . . embodiment of the National Socialist
idea" and translating the racism of the regime into a dynamic principle of
action.
By June 17, 1936, Himmler had
successfully completed his bid to win control of the political and criminal
police throughout the Third Reich, becoming head of the Gestapo in addition to
his position as Reichsfuhrer of the SS. A very able organizer and
administrator, meticulous, calculating and efficient, Himmler's astonishing
capacity for work and irrepressible power-lust showed itself in his
accumulation of official posts and his perfecting of the methods of organized
State terrorism against political and other opponents of the regime.
Himmler's decisive innovation was to transform the race
question from "a negative concept based on matter-of-course anti-Semitism"
into "an organizational task for building up the SS." Racism was to
be safeguarded by the reality of a race society, by the concentration camps
presided over by Himmler's Deaths Head Formations in Germany, just as during
World War II the theories of "Aryan" supremacy would be established
by the systematic extermination of Jews and Slavs in Poland and Russia.
Himmler's romantic dream of a race of blue-eyed, blond heroes was to be
achieved by cultivating an elite according to "laws of selection"
based on criteria of physiognomy, mental and physical tests, character and
spirit. His aristocratic concept of leadership aimed at consciously breeding a
racially organized order which would combine charismatic authority with
bureaucratic discipline. The SS man would represent a new human type--warrior,
administrator, "scholar" and leader, all in one - whose messianic
mission was to undertake a vast colonization of the East. This synthetic
aristocracy, trained in a semi-closed society and superimposed on the Nazi
system as a whole, would demonstrate the value of its blood through
"creative action" and achievement.
4
The small, diffident man who looked more like a humble bank
clerk than Germany's police dictator, whose pedantic demeanour and 'exquisite
courtesy' fooled one English observer into stating that 'nobody I met in
Germany is more normal', was a curious mixture of bizarre, romantic fantasy and
cold, conscienceless efficiency. Described as "a man of quiet unemotional
gestures, a man without nerves," he suffered from psycho-somatic illness,
severe headaches and intestinal spasms and almost fainted at the sight of a
hundred eastern Jews (including women) being executed for his benefit on the
Russian front. Subsequent to this experience, he ordered as a "more humane
means" of execution the use of poison gas in specially constructed
chambers disguised as shower rooms.
The petty-bourgeois eccentric whose natural snobbery led him
to welcome old aristocratic blood into the SS, revived a web of obsolete
religious and cosmological dogmas linking new recruits to their distant
Germanic ancestors. He cultivated the "return to the soil" and the
dream of German peasant-soldier farms in the East while at the same time
proving himself a diabolically skilful organizer of rationalized modern
extermination methods. The supreme technician of totalitarian police power who
saw himself as a reincarnation of the pre-Christian Saxon, Henry the Fowler,
advancing eastwards against the Slavs--he organized the thousandth anniversary
of Henry's death in 1936--Himmler perfectly expressed in his own personality
the contradictions of National Socialism. For him, the SS was at one and the
same time the resurrection of the ancient Order of the Teutonic Knights with
himself as grand master, the breeding of a new Herrenvolk aristocracy based on
traditional values of honour, obedience, courage and loyalty, and the
instrument of a vast experiment in modern racial engineering. Through this
privileged caste which was to be the hard core of German imperial dominion in
Europe, the nucleus of a new State apparatus would emerge with its tentacles
impinging on all spheres of life in the expanded Third Reich. By recruiting
"Aryans" of different nationalities into his Waffen-SS Himmler
envisaged the creation of "a German Reich of the German Nation" based
on the feudal allegiance of its communities to the lordship and protection of
the Fuhrer, embodying a Germany that would become the centre of a higher
political entity.
It was Himmler's master stroke that
he succeeded in indoctrinating the SS with an apocalyptic "idealism"
beyond all guilt and responsibility, which rationalized mass murder as a form
of martyrdom and harshness towards oneself. Nowhere was this more apparent than
in Himmler's notorious speech on 4 October 1943 to the SS Group Leaders in
Poznan:
One principle must be absolute for
the SS man: we must be honest, decent, loyal, and comradely to members of our
own blood and to no one else. What happens to the Russians, what happens to the
Czechs, is a matter of utter indifference to me. Such good blood of our own
kind as there may be among the nations we shall acquire for ourselves, if
necessary by taking away the children and bringing them up among us. Whether
the other peoples live in comfort or perish of hunger interests me only in so
far as we need them as slaves for our Kultur. Whether or not 10,000 Russian
women collapse from exhaustion while digging a tank ditch interests me only in
so far as the tank ditch is completed for Germany. We shall never be rough or
heartless where it is not necessary; that is clear. We Germans, who are the
only people in the world who have a decent attitude to animals, will also adopt
a decent attitude to these human animals, but it is a crime against our own
blood to worry about them and to bring them ideals. I shall speak to you here
with all frankness of a very grave matter. Among ourselves it should be
mentioned quite frankly, and yet we will never speak of it publicly. I mean the
evacuation of the Jews, the extermination of the Jewish people.. . . Most of
you know what it means to see a hundred corpses lying together, five hundred,
or a thousand. To have stuck it out and at the same time--apart from exceptions
caused by human weakness--to have remained decent fellows, that is what has
made us hard. This is a page of glory in our history which has never been
written and shall never be written.
[Ed. Classified British intelligence
documents released by London indicated Himmler sought to win asylum for himself
and 200 leading Nazis in the final days of World War II by offering cash and
the freedom of 3,500 Jews held in concentration camps. According to the
documents, the concentration camp inmates were to be sent to Switzerland in two
trainloads (JTA, 9/21/99).]
Excerpts from Riding Freedom by Pam Munoz Ryan
Background: Riding
Freedom is about a young girl named Charlotte who lives during the
mid-1800s. Her parents are dead and she lives in an orphanage. She loves
horses, but the overseer of the orphanage where she lives forbids her to work
with them simply because she’s a girl. Life there is hard, and at some point
she realizes she cannot stay there, so she decides to run away from the
orphanage. This scene is when Charlotte tells a trusted older and wiser adult
at the orphanage that she must escape. The friend’s name is Vern, and his job
at the orphanage is to take care of the horses. One of the horses is named
Justice.
“Thanks,
Vern. I wish I could stay with you and work with the horses, but…I’d be in the
kitchen and I’d be missin’ Justice and frettin’ ‘cause I wouldn’t get to see Charity’s
foal…or help you name it.”
“I
know. I know, Miss Charlotte,” said Vern. “You gotta do what your heart tells
you.”
“I
won’t ever forget you,” said Charlotte.
“I
guess I’m not likely to forget you, Miss Charlotte.”
Background:
Charlotte leaves the orphanage and her good friends Vern and Hayward. She
eventually finds a nice older man who lets her live in his barn and begins to
teach her to drive a six-horse stagecoach. Learning to drive the coach is hard
work.
“Here
were six strong horses waiting for her commands, her tugs on the reins, to tell
them which way to go. She yelled, “Haw” and “Gee” to get them to bear left and
right, like she did when she was riding one horse or driving two.
She
wished Hayward could see her. And Vern. Vern would have never let her get out
of that wagon until she figured out the turns. Just like when he taught her to
ride, he kept putting her back on Freedom [her horse] after each fall, saying,
“Every time you fall, you learn somethin’ new ‘bout your horse. You learn what
not to do next time.”
Background:
Charlotte is now a good stagecoach driver, but on this day someone from her
past wants to ride on her stagecoach and that upsets her. Ebeneezer, the man
who taught her to drive a six-horse stagecoach, sees that she’s upset.
“What
are you blabberin’ about? The mail’s gotta go through, same as them
passengers.”
Ebeneezer
put his hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “Now listen, don’t you pay them
passengers no mind. You are what you are. And what you are, is a fine horseman.
And the best coachman I ever saw. You remember that. under the circumstances,
there ain’t nothing left for you to do but your job. So get to it.”
Charlotte
looked square at Ebeneezer.
Ebeneezer
looked square at Charlotte and said, “You’re the coachman. You’re in charge, so
load ‘em up.”
Excerpts from Hope Was Here by Joan Bauer
Background: This
book is about a girl named Hope who, once again, must leave a place she’s
called home to move. We pick up in the novel as she and her aunt are getting in
their car to begin their latest move.
We
walked across the street to the old Buick that was packed to the hilt with
everything we owned and had a U-Haul trailer chained to the back.
It
was May 26. We were heading to Mulhoney, Wisconsin, to start work in a diner
there that needed a professional manager and cook (Addie), was short on
waitresses (me), and was giving us an apartment. The man we were going to work
for had been diagnosed with leukemia and needed help fast. I don’t mean to
sound ungenerous, but working for a close-to-dying man didn’t sounds like a
great career move to me. I had to leave school right before the end of my
undistinguished sophomore year, too.
I
hate leaving places I love.
We
were about to get into the car just as Morty the cabdriver double-parked his
Yellow taxi.
Good
old Morty. The first time I waited on him, he unloosened his belt a notch
before he even looked at the menu. I knew I had a true believer.
I
raised my hand to a great tipper.
“You
always took care of me, kid!” He shouted this from across the street as a UPS
truck started honking at him to move his cab.
“I
tried, Morty!”
“Wherever
you go, you’ll do okay. You got heart!”
The
UPS driver screamed something heartless at Morty, who screamed back, “Watch
your mouth, big man in a brown truck!”
I
didn’t know what kind of customers I’d get in Wisconsin.
Background: This is
about the same point in the book. Hope has gotten in the car with her aunt,
Addie, about to set out on the trip to a new life in Wisconsin. Addie is trying
to reassure her.
She
grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.
Addie
never promised that life would be easy, but she did promise that if I hung with
her the food would be good.
Believe
me when I tell you, I know about survival.
I
was born too early and much too small (two pounds and five ounces). For the
first month of my life I kept grasping for air, like I couldn’t get the hang of
breathing. I couldn’t eat either, couldn’t suck a bottle. The doctors didn’t
think I would make it. Shows what they know. my mother didn’t want the responsibility
of a baby so she left me with Addie, her older sister, and went off to live her
own life. I’ve seen her exactly three times since I was born—when she visited
on my fifth, eighth, and thirteenth birthdays.
Each
time she talked about being a waitress. What made a good one (“great hands and
personality”). What were the pitfalls (“crazed cooks and being on your feet all
day”). What was the biggest tip she ever got ($300 from a plumber who had just
won the instant lottery).
Each
time she told me, “Hon, leaving you with Addie was the best thing I could have
done for you. You need constants in your life.” She had a different hair color
each time she said it.
Addie’s
been my number-one constant….
Because
of this, I don’t buy into traditional roles. My favorite book when I was little
had pictures of baby animals, like foxes and lambs and ducklings, who were
being raised by other animals, like dogs, geese, and wolves.
Addie
said it was our story.
I stared out the window as the
Buick roared west to whatever.
Harrison
Beckworth-McCoy, my best male friend at school,… had given me a goodbye
present, and I was opening it now as Addie pushed the Buick through Ohio.
Inside the box was a small glass prism that caught the sun. A hand-painted note from Harrison read, “New
places always help us look at life differently. I will miss you, but won’t lose
you.”
Harrison
was always saying sensitive things like that, which put him instantly on
Jocelyn Lindstrom’s male sensitivity chart. He was the only male either of us
knew who had made the chart consistently over twelve months. Donald Raspigi,
who occasionally said sensitive things like “Nice sweater,” had been on twice.
Enter
memories, sweet and sour.
Harrison
and me baking enormous mocha chip cookies for the high school bake sale and
having them stolen on the Lexington Avenue subway.
Harrison’s
African fighting fish, Luther, who ate Chef Boyardee ravioli without chewing.
Harrison
reading my mother’s photocopied annual Christmas letter that she sent to family
and friends—“Dear Friends….” (She’d cross out “Friends” and write in “Addie and
my little Tulip.”) Harrison commenting that motherhood should be like driving a
car—you should have to pass a test before you get to do it legally.
I
held the prism up to the light. The sun hit it and showered colors through the
windshield. “Now isn’t that something?” Addie said, smiling at the sight.
“Yeah.” I looked out the window, trying not to cry.
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