I am moving to WordPress. Starting next week you will be able to find me at susandayley.wordpress.com I'm focusing on principles for teaching children, my books, and reviews of books by new authors. Hope you enj...

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I recently read a scripture as part of a caption to a painting. The scripture went: “Behold, we go up to Jerusalem; and the Son of man shall be delivered unto the chief priests, and unto the scribes; and they shall condemn him to death, and shall deliver him to the Gentiles: “And they shall mock him, and shall scourge him, and shall spit upon him, and shall kill him: and the third day he shall rise again” (Mark 10:33-34). Read straight forward it had power. But when read as a poem, watch how the impact becomes intensified: Behold, we go up to Jerusalem; And the Son of man shall be delivered Unto the chief priests, and unto...

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I recently read, “Memories endure when associated with emotionally intense events.” I decided to experiment with writing about emotion filled memories, which were shaped by anger, hurt, love, anticipation or trust, without explicitly naming the emotion. 1. Walking home from the grade school bus stop, seven blocks later, I would turn west to face the setting sun for half a block before the final stretch down the alley. In January the sun was perfectly positioned for over a week to reflect its orange rays off of the ice covered street, stretching out like a path to greet me. I was stopped by its beauty. I wanted to share it,...

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Life went on hold in a good way last week when my granddaughter was born three weeks before the anticipated date. Kennady Suzanna is beautiful (and I'm not just saying this because I'm her grandmamma). I am not one to hold other people's babies and ooh and aah over them just to be polite--but something happens when I am holding Kennady and I am unable to stop staring at her. Also, I'm finding that becoming a grandmamma I'm not embarrassed about many of the inconsequential blunders of life any more. For instance, sometimes after holding her, then being compelled to give her up for awhile, I would find myself still swaying side...

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