worn and weary

I was worn and weary, so were you.

You looked at me with tears and said, “When are we going home Nancy?”  I thought I was going home today, you promised. ”

“We are home, Mom.  Dad’s here, we are sitting on your couch.  Don’t you recognize it?  Look at all your pictures, they are all here.”

While she was in the hospital and in rehab my sister and I orchestrated the move to independent living.  She didn’t sign any of the papers, adamant that she wanted to stay in the house she so lovingly cared for.  It was necessary, neither Mom or Dad could climb the stairs.  Mom was stubborn.  I am stubborn.  She missed the warm light flooding into her back porch, her favorite spot.  I missed it too.  I couldn’t fool her, she knew me so well.

I desperately needed my mom to be my mom again.

I grabbed my laptop.  “Let’s listen to a hymn, mom. What would you like?”

How Great thou Art.”

She leaned back, eyes closed she began to sing.

Hope and light surrounded us as she gently covered my hand in hers.

PS This week, my mom’s birthday, I celebrate her.  Last year I was with her, this year she celebrates her home in heaven.  I haven’t been able to write about her for some time.  This is my start. xo nanc




love to celebrate

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I’m celebrating posting for a second time…after a very long time of not making the time to write on my blog.

I’m celebrating a crisp clean weather change in Illinois and being able to pull out the down comforter again.

I’m celebrating a sister coming to town to help with my mom and dad and being able to laugh again instead of

just crying.

I’m celebrating being a part of church that welcomes everyone in, that decided 40 years ago change was

possible and that rock bands, drama and media were acceptable forms of worship.  I love my church!

I’m celebrating that the Bears gave the Cheeseheads a game.

I’m celebrating that I can still help my former district even though I’m retired.


looking back to move forward…

celebrate link up

After I write the title, I think, after reading my last two posts…it’s been long, way too long since I have written.  I read over my last two posts.  I wrote an excited post about teaching my grad class again and one more after my mom gets sick, very sick.  Really she has been getting sick for about six years.

You know you have them, those parents that are in denial that their babes have a learning difficulty, or a sitting difficulty, or a mean streak.  My mom was diagnosed with Alt…, see, I still can’t even write the word.  I have lived in denial at the clinical term.  She is confused and now she says it quite often

I’m so confused.

She doesn’t usually say my name because she might call me Julie or Carol, my sisters, or Emily, my daughter. She thought yesterday that I lived in that foreign country where they talk funny.  That would be Emily, my daughter who lives in Ecuador.  I have been at my parents new condo nearly every day since the beginning of May.  My mom fell, fractured vertebrae and has had 3 hospital stays and one rehab stint.

During this time we have packed up their whole house, moved everything that we could, sorted and sorted lots paper dating back to 1959…taught my graduate students, worked every Thursday at our Care Center at church, wrote curriculum and units for my former district, went to Kelly’s festive wedding in June, traveled to Jeff’s wonderful mountain wedding last week, watched my grand daughter’s first toddling steps, and watched my mom get healthier…physically.

My mom’s mental capacity has tragically diminished in the last few weeks.  Yesterday, as I helped the caregiver with her bath she said to me,

Dead is easy, dying is hard.

I thought to myself, hmmm, she is showing brilliance right now.  I thought a second and said,

Yes, it is hard…very hard to say goodbye.  But just think though of what you have to look forward to. You will see Jesus, your dad, your mom, Uncle Sig, Lois and so many of your friends.  You will be happy forever.  It makes me happy, just thinking about heaven.  Let’s just sit here, listen to hymns together.

Ahh, she sighed, I know this one…How Great Thou Art, I love this one, It is Well with my Soul!

She smiled and laid her head down on the pillow.

Just as I was finishing writing this last sentence, my husband Dave came up with his phone.  He tells me my mom is in the ER.    She fell and hit her head on the buffet.  They just brought her to the hospital and are doing a CT.  My dad said, that he hoped he would be bringing her home tonight.  He doesn’t want me to rush over, worried about my driving ability in the dark .  He asked me to please pray.

I will.  I love you Daddy.  It’s going to be okay.  God is with us.

Writing this has been a celebration of sorts for me.  God whispered to start celebrating every week with all of you.  I have missed writing and Slicing.  I feel energy returning for at least another day, another step.  That is what writing can do for all of us.




“Just try harder, will those legs to move.”

I begged.  I pleaded with God.

She took a fall Friday, another on Saturday and another Sunday night.  Why didn’t she use her walker? A miracle, a neighbor hears her pleas for help in the cold rain, laying on the sidewalk path to the garage. Two days, two nights in the hospital she appears to rally, so that we will bring her home.  She first fights us bringing the sweet 24 hour care-giver.  I am a wreck and so is my dad.  We wonder inside if a wheel-chair needs to be rented. We wonder inside how we will be able to afford this new lifestyle.  We can’t sleep.

She is the best mom a girl could have ever had, but now I feel like I’m the mom and she’s the child.

This is hard.  I feel so angry.  I want to run. It has only been a week; it feels like a year.

My graduate students start this Wednesday.

I need to be up, but I am not.

I’m an anxiety puddle.

God, please help.


I just scored big…

Hi Slicer Friends,

In a few weeks I will be starting to teach my class at the University.  I was able to get 31 picture books, short novels and professional books for the K-3 teacher that will be in my course this summer.  It is so amazing so wonderful…I am so excited.  Each session, I give my book presents at some point in the class.  Most are newer titles but I have my favorite oldie but goodies also. Many teachers go back to get a second master’s degree in Literacy at Judson.  It is so worth the time, effort and money to do this outstanding…very special,  program.  If you are in the Northern Illinois region..check it out, we are in our 8th year. We also have a new Doctoral Program for Literacy Educators. Dr. Steven Layne is the director for both programs… he has definitely, put Illinois on the literacy map.  In my class we get the book presents, use them in our classrooms the next week and then share on the blog I created just for my students.  They really do a ‘slice’ for every week of our class. Fun, fun, fun!!!! xo

PS This is my first post to them.

PSS Shhh…they are also getting the Caldecott winner….do you know what won? 

Getting the Poetry Friday Anthology for you has been so…..exciting… for me personally.  I have loved poems of all shapes, all colors, all textures for most of my blankety-blank years.  It is the best gift a teacher can give, the love of poetry, the desire to eat poems right up.  I love poems, I’ve tried to write poems, I sang poem songs to the moon every night for much of my childhood.  I even had a poem published in American Girl.  If you remember that magazine, you may be closer to my age than you think.

But all that stopped.  


poetry is for fools,

you won’t be cool,


if you

like to analyze a line,


if you

don’t love rhyme. (now that is a disgusting little poem)

I came back however, realizing in high school,  that musical lyrics are poetry and that a great love song is usually a great love poem, yep I was pretty much into love at the time.  I began reading again…and rather recently, have tried writing again.  I follow Poetry Friday online.  I love the generosity of poets.  Just check out Amy’s Poem Farm.  Amazing.

Fluency is where we spend our lives girlfiriends…the poems…they help us teach!

What do you think of the book presents this week?  How do you use poetry in your classroom now? Let’s get real and gutsy here.  Let’s start by telling the truth about how we really feel about poetry.  I just counted lots of I’s in this post.  Now I want to hear from you.  xo nancslice button



up in my favorite place

My favorite state:  Colorado

My next favorite state:  Michigan

Notice that Illinois isn’t in my top two…but that is where I live, suburbia.  Dave and I are up in our family summer home raking acorns so a mover will get through and bringing truck loads of 100-year-old  junk from the basement, to a landfill.  Today I was a junk yard dog, filthy from head to toe, not wanting to even admit that I was paying and tossing.  We are up here to clean for my family, to get ready to sell a sweet little house, on a beautiful little lake, in my second favorite state.

Many of you have done this too.  Cleaned, sorted and sold.  It is painful, each precious thing seems to be a memory.  Of course it is easier to start in the basement, the trash bin of the north. We haven’t had garbage trucks since my aunt passed away…so it has accumulated.  So this is where we’ve started.  My parents have decided that this house must go mainly because of the taxes.  In Michigan, they gouge the out-of -staters.  I have no idea why, but they do.  For example:  my parents pay the same amount in taxes for the large two-story house in the Chicago suburbs as they do for this little house that is an eighth of the size of their big house.

So…it is heartbreaking, this big clean up.  We need this sale to be able to care for my parents as they age. I have to keep my eyes on what is really important.  It is selfish, I know to want it not to sell, I really wish that we could afford it. Maybe it would be a possibility if I sell my house in suburbia…but I can’t do that, because then we wouldn’t be able to be close enough to care for our parents or enough to ever visit my favorite state.  I go round and round about these decisions.  But there is one thing I know…

This little house has been a blessing sent from God and my great Aunt Emeline.  I

love this cozy little house,

in this cozy little town,

in my second favorite state, Michigan.

PS I think I will have to post up why Colorado is my favorite state soon.  I wonder where you love to travel…I wonder what it is like to live where you live?  For example, if you live in Michigan or Colorado, do you ever go on vacation out of your state? I guess I would just stay put and gaze out my window at the spectacular mountains.  But maybe you love to visit our crazed city of Chicago.

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‘the process’

This has to be short, very short.  I am so wordy these days.  My friends are coming and our process begins again.  We are three former literacy teachers/coaches and retired last year.  Many predicted that we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands out district pot…because we love to give. And at least one of us love to get our own way.  That would be me.  Oh, I guess that would also be my two other friends as well.

We started out writing opinion units that we integrated with literacy.  We need to use the literacy time and integrate, because of time…there never is enough time!  We presented these units in February and have started work on a district scope and sequence and pacing guide.  We are doing this with only about 50 other classroom teachers.  We get their ideas, and then we work on the guide, using Big Ideas and Essential Questions to guide our work.  We are using current district materials for the most part, and on-line tools.

The resulting work looks good, we think…at least on paper.

However, we all have spent our entire lives in the classroom.  There have been many moments that I have questioned whether I would have been able to keep with this guide, or whether I would have even wanted to.  I admit, there has been moments of what I would call ‘holy discontent’.

The point, however is this,  we want the teachers to try it this way and then make suggestions for what needs to be changed.  This is meant to be a flexible document and one that takes 2 to 3 years to develop.

One of the vehicle’s that we will use to get feedback is a blog that will be created just for this purpose.  I am excited to hear the voices of teachers again.  The Next Generation Science Standards that have been adopted and that we are integrating are incredible, but for the most part have many baffled.  Our teachers are used to teaching units, different units at every grade level.

So we are trying out…everything is one big experiment, it seems.  I always loved creating a hypothesis when experimenting.  I hypothesize that there might be some excitement around these changes! And it is pretty important to listen.

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