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Two on a Rant

He needs someone to lend him an ear:

Image may contain: 1 person, possible text that says 'Well, crap.'It doesn’t take a fortune teller to tell when someone is going to make a fortune:

And now we know it’s the ones who clean up the S#!t in life that go to heaven

Image may contain: possible text that says 'TOILET PAPER RAPTURE THEARTCOACH.NET WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER'It’s a sad world when even the Disney Princesses betray the disabled during these trying times.

Image may contain: 1 person, standing, possible text that says 'I'm sorry Sneezy..'Let’s face it, we’re all going to the dogs

Image may contain: one or more people, sunglasses, hat and closeupThis is what we’re seeing in BRA-d daylight.  Can’t they horse around somewhere else?

Image may contain: 1 person, horsePeople are getting weirder by the day.  Your dog doesn’t understand because you don’t speak “Treat.”

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I’m done here.  I’ll end this with one thought:

I’m going to bed now.

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I have been seeking to post a poem a day, either on this blog or on Literacy and Me, often drawing from blogging friends who are also poets. Some are funny, some inspiring, and some are. very timely dealing with the coronavirus or our current isolation. Today’s poem is on the lighter side: a limerick.

This is a limerick I found back in the 70s in a student issue of Read Magazine put out by Scholastic. I don’t even know if that valuable teacher resource is available any more, but it was a lifesaver to use with my reluctant readers in both seventh and eighth grade. Here is one that “stuck with me,” and I used once when guest lecturing at a sister university:

“There once was a student named Esser,

Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser.

It soon came to fall,

He knew nothing at all.

And now he’s a…

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new sts.pngThere were several new arrivals this week, both through donations to my LFL (Little Free Library) and in the mail.61lkiZmMBvL-1.jpgThis interesting book arrived just in time for April, National Autism Awareness Month. It is written by a thirteen year old autistic young man.

shopping.jpegA friend, Deb Nance of Readerbuzz,who lives in the same town I do, often donates to my LFL, and although I read this and have a copy in hardback, I was able to share it with a friend who often shares books and recommendations with me. Debbie also loaned me a copy of Dreyer’s English by Benjamin Dreyer, copy chief of Random House. I was so impressed with it, even considering it for a textbook some future semester, that I bought myself my own copy. I was able to get it for a good price on eBay, the first time I’ve used that organization.

Finally ,a little corona virus humor with a send off from Peter Cottonelle Tail, hopping down the bunny trail making his deliveries in a safe manner. We are still going to have Easter this year, aren’t we?



Hoarding Books began this fun meme, asking us on Fridays to copy the first line of what we are currently reading. Who doesn’t like to be inspired? Here is the first line of the first inspirational thought from Mark Nepo’s Things That Join the Sea and the Sky:

” Often we’re cast about by the noise of the world and the noise in our heads.”

Each segment gives a thought about what motivates us, causes us to fear, causes us to overcome, or helps us find some inner strength. It is a book one reads very slowly, savoring each morsel and nugget of truth, beauty, and grace. I’m going to be enjoying this one for some time to come.

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Literacy and Me

April first is here, and as promised, I have returned. I plan to celebrate/pursue two things in April, National Poetry Month and “All Things Autistic” during National Autism Awareness Month. Each day, I will post a poem, and when the muse inspires me, I will post thoughts, book reviews, and information that I hope will be enlightening and helpful concerning autism.

Today’s poem is for those of us sharing a cuppa’ coffee, tea, or morning brew of your choice. It is by Jeffrey Johannes and is titled “Silence”:


Sometimes fog

surrounds morning

in a white room;

then the silence

of sunlight seeps

into balsam shadows.

Steam is silence too,

Slipping over the brim

of bare china

in the coffee-quiet

of morning.

That lovely few words and a few more sips should get us all off to a good start this first day of National Poetry Month.

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