slice of life challenge day #6: a baby in paris

slice of life 2014

I decided to do a #tbt (throw back thursday) slice of life post!


On a cold winter day,

a red plaid scarf,

a pink puffy jacket,

and a simple stroller,

all waiting eagerly

 to get their picture sketched.

Does anyone remember,

a baby in Paris?

Artists armed with sharp pencils,

 line the cobble stone streets,

high atop Montmartre,

nestled between cafes,

with coffee and cafe au laits,

sitting on chairs facing the street,

people watching,

a baby smiles.

Waiting, wondering and wishing,

an artist starts to draw.

From a blank canvas,

emerges a drawing,

captured on paper.

No longer forgotten,

someone remembers,

a baby in Paris.

the drop box


the drop box

a box is for groceries that are too heavy for plastic bags

a box is not for breathing babies light enough to carry with one hand

a box is for packing all of your crucial things you think you can not live with out

a box is not for rapidly beating hearts abandoned by the world

a box is for books that are being returned to it’s home in the library

a box is not for minds, eager to be shaped by places only books can take you

a box is for playing kings and queens in a make believe castle

a box is not a home for royalty

a box that illustrates a story of faith, hope and love

a box that says you are worth every breath

a box that brings a new life

this is the drop box

This poem was inspired by this video that I just watched.

Check out more information on this movie on their website:


This is Just to Say…


In December, I had the privilege of meeting up with fellow slice of life blogger, Elsie. She brought me this wonderful book as a gift. Yesterday, I finally got to read it aloud to my students. We are in the middle of our poetry unit and it fit perfectly. We had just read the poem, “This is Just to Say” by William Carlos Williams in our read aloud book, Hate That Cat.

Today, I read a section from the book, where the author, Gail Carson Levine gives advice on how to write such a false apology poem. She is incredibly funny in giving specific directions on that type of attitude needed! I had my students come up with their own false apology poems and I wanted to share it with the slice of life writing community. I just love the connections we make through this writing community. Thank you again Elsie for the book.

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A Dream in my Pocket

This slice is inspired by another slice I read from Pamela here:

A Dream in my Pocket

I have a dream in my pocket.

I pull it out.

I shove it back in.

I completely forget about it.

I sit on it and it pokes me.

I carefully pull it out.

I look at it and wonder.

I shove it back in my pocket.

* * *

I pull out my dream again.

I put my dream into words.

I share my dream with people.

I realize that this is a big dream, but it’s my dream.

I will need time to nurture and grow my dream.

No longer in my pocket, my dream is in front of me.

*  *  *

What dreams do you have in  your pocket?

Brush With Celebrity

Slice of Life Challenge #27

Brush With Celebrity

Students on field trips, couples young and old and little kids all gather.

People lift their cameras above their heads towards her.

Everyone wants a glimpse of her.

Go, go, go

Her beauty, her mystery, and her popularity,

bring us closer to her.

Weaving through the crowds and inching towards the center

Go, go, go

We see her staring right back.

Does she like all the attention?

It’s not easy being a celebrity.

Go, go, go

She looks even more stunning in person.

Fighting against the crowds, we find a way out

Our captured photos provide enough proof for us.

fearfully and wonderfully made

Slice of Life Challenge Entry #12: Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

“You are fearfully and wonderfully made…”

I was sitting at my church listening to the sermon, and this line kept resonating in my soul. I’ve heard it many times and read it in the Bible over and over again. Yet, something about it on this Sunday, made me keep thinking about being here in Korea.  I was reminded of how every time I walk through the subway station to go to my church (Sinsa station), I see on both sides of the walls, large posters of advertisements on the walls. On these advertisements, all of them are plastic surgery ads. They represent different clinics and doctors’ offices for plastic surgery in that area. It makes me so sad every time I walk through the subway station because I am reminded that the society and culture values beauty in such a distorted way, that high school students often get as graduation presents, plastic surgery here in Korea. In response to that, I felt compelled to write a poem.

fearfully and wonderfully made

the potter made no mistakes on you

each curve, bend and bump was purposeful

He didn’t make you in the image of the photo-shopped magazine covers

He made you in His perfect image

God is most pleased when you find joy in being y o u

start looking in the mirror and look deep into your eyes

when you start seeing the reflection of God’s image

you will see what God sees

fearfully and wonderfully made

A Rare Moment

Last period was  finally approaching on this long Monday and we had some extra time. I wanted to try something different. I explained to my students that we would write poems about what they are thankful for. We would share these poems at our thanksgiving celebration on Wednesday. I gave them the prompt,”I am thankful for…”

Then, they opened their writer’s notebooks and wrote, but unlike the other times, where I walk around and meet with students, I decided to write as well. I opened up my writer’s notebook, which I admit was gathering some dust in my bookshelf, and got out my inky teacher pen and wrote. I crossed out some lines and struggled to come up with what I wanted to say exactly. However, I managed to put something together. A rough draft. A beginning to something. After about 15 minutes of writing, I walked around and encouraged students to expand and be more descriptive on what they wrote.

I read aloud to them what I had so far and had a few other students share as well. Afterwards, one of my students came up and asked, “Is that your writer’s notebook? Can I see the cover? Oooh, lucky…” Unfortunately, I didn’t decorate the cover of that writer’s notebook, but my student still seemed to like it.

I was reminded today that writing with my students and getting caught in the writing process along my students is worthwhile . So here’s a little something of what I’m came up with…

I’m thankful for…

the blank pages that welcome my pen

avocados from costco, no matter the price

the songs that resonate in my soul

the warm blankets that I can snuggle underneath on a cold winter day

genuine smiles

getting paid to do what i love

my blog readers!

unexpected gifts

my family that supports me no matter how far apart we are

books that i can’t put down until i’m finished with it

my students from the past and the present

good friends that love me just as i am, no explanations needed

the excitement a student has in telling me about the book that they simply loved


answered prayers

slice of pumpkin pie, marshmallow yams and cranberry sauce

God’s unfailing love

What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving? 🙂

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