aDorr Life

Reflections on the life of a wife/mother/step-mom/daughter/teacher. I ask my students to write every day. It only makes sense that I do the same.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Apple Trees

Gnarled, twisted fingers reaching out from a hunched trunk. Cold, withered, weathered despite the abundant sunshine. Missing a snowy blanket to keep them warm. They wait for spring leaves and blossoms. We wait with them.
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      • Step By Step
      • The Forest and the Trees
      • One More Thing
      • A Tapestry of Stories
      • Thoughts on PD
      • On Co-Parenting
      • Apple Trees
      • The only words left at the end of a busy day.
      • Spoiled By Modern Conveniences
      • Past Tense is Too Hard, Present Tense Doesn't FIt
      • Singing
      • Reflections on this Writing Challenge
      • Writing Takes Time...I Don't Always Have That.
      • Laughter is the Best Medicine
      • When Jokes Aren't Funny
      • Collaboration and Cooperation Instead of Competition
      • Playing with Words
      • Just Going With It
      • RIP Potential Lifelong Reader
      • A Slice of the Outdoors
      • How this teacher/mom wakes up on a Saturday morning
      • These boots weren't made for walking.
      • Two Writing Teachers Writing Challenge
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