Favorite Toy, a Thought Trail

I remember spending endless hours at a green blackboard that was taller than me forĀ  short while. At first I used it for drawing and scribbling, but soon my pine-green canvas became an instrument upon which I used to teach my imaginary class all kinds of interesting things: simple addition, subtraction, and printing. The math progressively became harder and the printing turned into cursive. Over time, that blackboard became a display case for scientific facts, historical figures, a running record of who got detentions for interrupting my spelling bee, and of course, homework assignments. The blackboard became smarter, its simplicity long gone, and my love for it faded. Now the only sign of it is the eraser dust it left behind in the cracks of my bedroom floor.


The best gift we can give our children this holiday season cannot be unwrapped. Our love and time and opportunities to grow their imaginations are far more valuable than anything we can put a bow on.

Have a wonderful time making treasured memories this holiday season.

Merry Christmas!

Playing with Tricube Poetry

Phillip Larrea, a poet from California, is credited with creating the poetic form called Tricube. It is deceptively simple. Three stanzas. Three lines per stanza. Three syllable per line.

Time to play!

First Day

Pencils sharp

Clothes sorted

Haircuts trimmed


Dawdling girl

excited boy

watchful pups


Quiet house

time to write

mother torn



Towel* wrapped bod

dripping hair

wet foot prints.

Dash through house

kids not shocked

“it’s just mom.”


Seize journal

before thoughts

drip down too.

*Okay, towel is technically two syllables, but not when you say it the normal way, right?



5 am on duty

Sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm!

There’s a rumbly monster outside!

It’s getting nearer.

Stand guard!

It’s getting closer.

Louder now!

It’s coming for us!

Time for the power bark!

It’s passing us!

We’ve got it running for cover!

You better keep going you yellow-bellied giantly rumbler!

Our alarm has worked!

We have protected our people!

Now we can return to sleep.

or maybe a good bone would be better.

Yes! I could go for a good gnaw.

That monster got me all worked up.

This bone will get me all worked down.

Just gnaw, gnaw, gnaw

now grind, grind, grind.

Now the other side.

gnaw, gnaw, gnaw

grind, grind, grind


OOH! Sue’s eyes are open.

but she’s not blinking.

she’s just staring

at me.

i better make sure

she’s alive.

she’s not moving.


I think I’ll go sniff her.

her eyes are following me!

she’s alive!

I bet she’s proud

of theĀ  way

I kept

the rumbly monster away

now she will give me

the best good morning scratch


worn out dogs

My protectors. They deserve some rest. Maybe I should pop some popcorn. hehehe