About Me
- dvora swickle
- I am a paraeducator in Gig Harbor. I work with children with disabilities. I am sensative, sparkling personality. I believe in believing in yourself. I motovate confidence in children through my writing. I would love to have an agent? I am a million dollar soul. I have a wonderful husband and two beautiful girls.
Friday, May 16, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Oh Shoot
Well my hubby and I are sitting in the living room watching T.V. and the two little dogs come in fighting over something they are chewing up. We look at it and it looks like clay or something. Dad takes it out of ones mouth and its pink and play-dough like then it hits us. Its something homemade. I go in the bedroom and the cat had knocked off my mirror off my dresser and there it lay all over the rug, earrings, keep sakes and such. Well I discovered they ate a little jewelry bowl that was made for me about 20 years ago. My heart just dropped and I wanted to scold them but who's fault was it really?
I looked at the cat and she stretched in her little queen bed and closes her eyes. I have taken pictures of everything my girls have done for art projects and put them in albums for them because it is starting to fall apart, but what I did not do was take pictures of what they made for me on Mothers Day for it has sat on my dresser all these years. I want to blame someone and cannot, for I cannot take it to heaven with me, so I must realized the enjoyment I have had all these years and be humble that they shared with there hands in making such wonderful things. So I took pictures of the rest of them and that's that, I suppose. But to be mad at the little dogs would be useless for they have no idea what they did, but for the cat, she knew exactly what she was doing and I am still pondering what to do with her. So the next day she did something else, she knocked an antique vase on the floor and broke it and I loved this dearly also. So now her bed is in a chair, and if she does anything else it will be outside. I cant believe she wanted the dresser all to herself, I went in to the bedroom and there she was sitting on the dresser looking at me and looking at her bed in the chair and I said, "That will not work with me, maybe your dad but not with me." She jumped down and hissed at me as she left the room. I am not sure who is winning at this battle, surely it can't be her?
I looked at the cat and she stretched in her little queen bed and closes her eyes. I have taken pictures of everything my girls have done for art projects and put them in albums for them because it is starting to fall apart, but what I did not do was take pictures of what they made for me on Mothers Day for it has sat on my dresser all these years. I want to blame someone and cannot, for I cannot take it to heaven with me, so I must realized the enjoyment I have had all these years and be humble that they shared with there hands in making such wonderful things. So I took pictures of the rest of them and that's that, I suppose. But to be mad at the little dogs would be useless for they have no idea what they did, but for the cat, she knew exactly what she was doing and I am still pondering what to do with her. So the next day she did something else, she knocked an antique vase on the floor and broke it and I loved this dearly also. So now her bed is in a chair, and if she does anything else it will be outside. I cant believe she wanted the dresser all to herself, I went in to the bedroom and there she was sitting on the dresser looking at me and looking at her bed in the chair and I said, "That will not work with me, maybe your dad but not with me." She jumped down and hissed at me as she left the room. I am not sure who is winning at this battle, surely it can't be her?
Friday, April 4, 2014
To be or not to be, a writer?
Well I have finally finished Heckamor the Turtle. I wrote this story for all the kids who had problems with certain letters. Sometimes it takes a while for kids to get all the letters down pat, until then it sounds a bit different. Well I wrote this story for all the kids who talk a little different but to me that is special, for each child has a special way of being and should be embraced instead of tinkered with.
Well I read this story in a 3 grade classroom and a boy came up to me, I believe he had a speech issue and asked me if he could have the story. Well I thought of it and went home printed it, made a few pictures and stapled it together the best I could and tried to make it a book for him. I was very pleased he loved the story so much.
Well when I started working at my daughters high school a tall boy about 6 feet came up to me and asked me if I knew him. Well looking up and seeing a strapping young man, I was so embarrassed to say, "NO!"
Well it didn't matter to him, he told me he still had my story. I looked at him and said what story. When he told me it was Heckamor the Turtle I was flabbergasted and defumbled. Woe, he still had the generic book I put together thinking it would last a month or two then be fire starter. This is about 8 or so years later.
I was so beholding to him, I just stood there with a humbled look upon my face, grateful and feeling immensely happy he still had the story.
What I wished I would of done was ask him his name and so I could dedicate this story to him, for his years of being a Swickle fan. hahahah I am so heartfelt for he loved the story enough to keep safe all these years, I am humbled and so deeply happy, it makes my head spin and my life worth writing, for thoughts and ideas are a writers best friend and for this gentlemen, I thank him forever. I hope my poor writing skills are not seen as bad in my blogs, I would like to just write without the worry of perfection, but I will read it again and make sure it is understandable, NOT hahahahah wow who woke me up and called me funny!
Friday, February 7, 2014
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