This morning, I read poetry to the girls while they waited for their time on the clock to leave for school.
We changed some things around in their lives to give them more time in the mornings. In fact, we switched schools and the change gave them an extra hour and a half every morning to, you know, disagree over who's turn it is to feed the guinea pigs.
So, I read to them. Because slow, joyful mornings are important to us.
In today's case I read poetry.
"Go write down on a piece of paper your favorite word," I told them.
They rush off to find a pencil and pap… READ MORE »