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Hello Everyone:

I have been enormously busy in recent weeks and this is one of several reasons why: multiple school visits (virtual).

We had a wonderful time visiting with the students and staff of an elementary school recently.

We read the Myrtle the Purple Turtle books to the students, answered their questions and posed some of our own. They impressed us with their intelligence and eloquence.

Lauren and I received this heartwarming response from the school principal, Mrs. Richard:

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It’s always so good to meet our readers and talk with them! Thank you, Mrs. Richard.

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Miss Marnie Reads Myrtle

What a delight to stumble across a reading of Myrtle the Purple Turtle by Teacher Marnie in Idaho.   She does a great job of the reading!  (I’ve just discovered that some people can access the link and some can’t – not sure why. You may need to click it twice.)

We know there are other teachers who have read this book (and the others in the series) to their classes but this is the first one we’ve actually seen on video! 

Wishing you all a lovely week.

Cynthia.

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There are some things a poet cannot accept

A beautiful tribute to, lament for, and upholding of the light that Sue Vincent shone across the world.

Tallis Steelyard

There are times when a poet must make a stand and say, “This has happened without my cognisance and I will not accept it!” Today has not been the best of days. Today I got a note from a patron. Common enough, especially from her, as she was always quick to praise, swift to encourage. But today the note had a bitter flavour. She was sitting awaiting death. A week? Longer?

And what can a poet do? A poet can protest, a poet can stand tall and say firmly that this will not do. A poet can bang the table with his wine glass obvious of the fact it has shattered and the pieces lie glistening but incoherent, shards of dreams never now to be dreamt.

Others have known Sue for longer than I, others will doubtless feel the grief more keenly, will mourn longer, but my job as a…

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Sharing a Smile

Inside the house, I rarely use a cane, as there’s furniture and walls to hold on to if my right leg acts up.

But I always use a cane on the outside deck as the furniture  and railings are farther away.

So guess who has decided — all 16 months of herself — to copy her grandmother?

Made me laugh.  Hope it does you too!

Happy Mothering Sunday to my British relatives and friends and to anyone who has mothered or grandmothered a child.  And yes, I include all those women who have helped to raised other people’s children. Many young parents are blessed with your help, as my husband and I were when our own kids were young.