Writerly Life

So we have been talking about a writerly life at school the last two weeks.  Personally, my goal is to start this blog and use it as an accountability piece to help me take steps toward living a more writerly way.  While thinking at length about my "small moments" to write my slice of life story, I decided to instead try my hand at some poetry about the moment I was in-unable to land on ANY thing to write.

words
flying around wildly
I want to catch them,
cage them,
tame them,
and show them off.
words escape me

i love my mom (as a pattern book)

I love my mom.

I love my mom when she says, "Good morning, Babe."

I love my mom taking me to school.

I love my mom making yummy meals for me.

I love my mom doing my laundry.

I love my mom playing board games.

I love my mom. She loves me too.

My Stats and Other Info

My name is Emily Culbertson.  I am in my mid-thirties (cringe).

I live in a small town about an hour from St. Louis, Missouri.  Growing up, I lived in the country, close to a much smaller town in Northeast Missouri.  I have much to say about that later. Isn't growing up in the country the best?

In my home there are now five boys (four sons and a husband), a lab named Lizzy, the strangest looking cat named Buttercup, and too many chickens.  We are a rowdy bunch, quite loud and usually needing a bath.  Being a wife and mom to these five boys is a dream come true.
In the wilds of my own youth, I was the oldest of five with two sisters and two brothers.  My mom was a single mom for the most part.  I have much to say about that later also. I love being from a big family.

I am a teacher.   I love it.