Lovely Sandy Fussell (@SandyFussell) shared a link online last week, showing a Poetry Path at Worthington Libraries, in Ohio. Someone may have shared on #PoetryFriday before I joined the conversation (?) but if not, I’m sure you’d love to wander through. I know I appreciated Sandy tweeting it. (And shared it with my local library […]
This post by Mary Lee reminded me of a poem I wrote (in 2006! Time flies…) which I thought I’d share for Poetry Friday. If Buzz Aldrin’s visions for space travel are realised, perhaps there will one day be more postcards from Mars. G’day! I thought I’d write to say I landed safe on Mars […]
On the weekend, extended family gathered to celebrate the special lady who was ‘Aunty Myrt’. She was my great aunty. Great-great aunt to my children. She never married or had children of her own, but she loved generously throughout the generations – for 93 years. This poem tickled Aunty’s fancy when I wrote it for […]
How exciting to hear this week that Warren Crossett, illustrator of my rhyming picture book, ‘This is the Mud!’ (Lothian Hachette 2009) won the 2015 Doug Moran National Portrait Prize – the world’s richest portraiture competition. That’s pretty awesome-impressive!
Last week I visited a Year 4 class that’s studying Bully on the Bus as their class novel. They’d only recently started, but I was already impressed with the teacher’s creative approach – and the breadth of interaction with the text. The depth too, but I say breadth because already evident was the range of tasks – done richly. […]
Last week I posted about my discovery of Storybird. (You can read more here.) Storybird has been around since 2010, so I was feeling a little late to the party… but it soon became apparent that I wasn’t the only late arrival. So… for those of you who’ve never flown the nest, here’s a little […]
These holidays, I discovered Storybird. Well – not quite true, because I’ve known about it for a long time, but resisted, because of a fear of internet overuse and excessive megs-consumption… But this holidays, I caved… It is, as I feared, a little addictive.
During my recent trip to Ipswich for the StoryArts Festival, I was kindly taken on an afternoon drive out to view the monument for ‘The Babies of Walloon‘. Henry Lawson’s poem told the tragic story of sisters Bridget Kate and Mary Jane Broderick.
I was busy and missed last week’s Poetry Friday round – but I loved the Me Poem challenge on Michelle’s blog… so much so that I wrote, not one, but two. . Me in Grade Three Me in Grade Three – marching with the Grade Seven girls as we form rows from tallest to shortest, […]
Every kidlit festival I have attended has been a lot of fun – and each of them special in their own way. The first week of Ipswich Story Arts Festival was this year held in the Ipswich CBD, with authors staying at the Metro Motel, and sessions spread around venues in close proximity, in the […]