Slice of Life: Eleven Years and Counting …

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays — and many join in to write every day in March for the Slice of Life Challenge — about the small moments in the larger perspective … or is that the larger perspective in the smaller moments? You write, too.)

This is the eleventh year of the Slice of Life March Challenge, and I guess I’ve been here since the start, thanks to an invitation from my friend, Bonnie, to write. I’m not committing to writing for Slice of Life every day this March. I’m not quite feeling it, for whatever reason.

Part of this reluctance to sign up and commit is that what used to be a small writing community of teachers has become a huge writing community of teachers. Which is great. Wonderful. Amazing. All those teachers writing? Magical. Yet I miss some of the regular, sustained interactions among a small group of folks. I feel less in the flow. Maybe that’s the natural course of things over time.

It has nothing to do with the fine folks at Two Writing Teachers. With a handful of projects underway and some regular writing in a slice-like vein on Mastodon, I’m feeling like I have my writing time covered.

But maybe I say this every year (I think I do, in some form, hedging my commitment) and then find myself writing a Slice every day anyway. Just, no promises, I’m telling myself.

So … eleven years ago:

  • My oldest son was 9 years old. He was in fourth grade. He’s now in his second year of college. His is a fleeting presence in our lives for much of the year — he’s not a big on one regular contact from the parents while he’s at college. He’s still making movies and producing media.
  • My middle son was 6 years old. He was in first grade. Now he’s a high school senior, contemplating where he wants to go to college next year. We just found out yesterday that all four of the schools he applied to have accepted him and offered him some scholarship money. He’s stressing about the decision as we try to keep him calm and centered.
  • My youngest son was 2 years old, in preschool. He’s now in seventh grade — in the heart of our city’s middle school year, juggling the different social terrain of being a budding teenager. Lately, he’s been writing and producing music. It’s been interesting to watch that talent develop.

Eleven years from now … who knows where we will be …

Peace (slicing it),

  1. The year I began, my daughter was a senior, getting ready to head to college (ISU, home of the Sycamores, which is how I became newtreemom). Now she’s married and in her career as a behavior therapist. And the writing keeps going.

  2. Ha! I started — still more intermittently than not — because of you. I almost passed on signing up this year but remembered your example and just did. This will probably be the month of minimalist posts — not comments though.

  3. As I started reading, I thought, “Oh Kevin always says he’s not going to commit and then he’s here every day!” It definitely feels different now than it did 11 years ago. I was trying to remember this morning who the original 10 “slicers” were. It was much easier to keep up with the commenting in 2008!

    PS: I think your anti spam captcha just called me a “broom hoe”. HAHA

  4. What a wonderful crazy thing it is to look back like this! 11 years! This is my 5th year, and I might have to take this idea to think about where I was 5 years ago…

    Sounds like your kids are doing well! 🙂

  5. Morning Slicer Original. It’s my memory that you found TWT and invited me 🙂
    I am hoping that you are here every day too and wow, you have boys-to-men!

  6. It’s more than when I started 8 years ago. My little writing group of fellow 8 years is sometimes all I can handle. They are the people who keep my writing going throughout the year and they are the people I return to. Not that I don’t try at times to visit new blogs, but it is a bit overwhelming.

  7. i miss intimacy in blogging too, thank you for naming that. Kind of a contradictory practice – blog to name something unique, but feel like a dandelion when i do

  8. You’re just hedging your bets. Can’t imagine your not slicing. I’ve only been around since September of 2011, so my 7th March. I agree, March seems to be the craziest month and not just because of the SOLSC. I can imagine not taking on the challenge, but I can’t seem to stay away. You, among others, have taught me this. 🙂

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