Author Archives: Tamra
Wierdest Winter Ever
Isn’t it? The weirdest winter ever? I mean, there’s no snow! I’ve only been out on the snowshoes once, and truth be told, I didn’t reeeeee-ally need them. There’s even bare ground by the lake’s edge, for goodness sake. My … Continue reading
Wintering Loons
I just love surprises . . . Last weekend some friends took me on a little walk into Perkins Cove. I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was a frigid day after a major snowstorm and I’d only brought my … Continue reading
I’ve a Little Teapot
Since beginning teaching, I’ve tried hard to put writing into my daily routine. It seems the only time it can be “daily” is if I put it after supper. After school is camp work time. After that is treadmill … Continue reading
Pileated Woodpecker
One day last week, as we drove between Middle and Lower Range Pond just minutes from home, my husband pointed out the passenger side window, “There’s the eagle.” That’s all it took. We’d been gone for two days to a … Continue reading
Snowshoe Season Has Begun
Over vacation, snowshoe season began. Cookie and I blazed a trail through the campground woods and along the lake’s edge. But we weren’t the first to cut a path through the newly fallen snow. The fox had been through before … Continue reading
Back on Track
Funny how Christmas can derail you from your routine: Eating . . . blogging . . . sleeping . . . exercising and writing too. But I told myself I had to get back on track right after the Wight … Continue reading
‘Lost Trail’ and the Survival Unit
Shannon and I have begun the Survival Unit with this year’s students. She always starts with a few articles, such as Aron Ralston’s incredible story of perseverance as he faced certain death, or a story about a real life … Continue reading
More Muskrat Photos
I braved the cold today to check on the muskrats. Luckily, I had hand warmers, because it took about twenty minutes before I heard one moving around in and out of the bushes on the shoreline. Finally, … Continue reading
Connections to Cooper and Packrat
This past week, I spied a Cooper and Packrat book lying on a desk with 15 or 20 sticky notes peeking from the pages. Right away, I knew these were connections the student had made to the story. Text to … Continue reading
Muskrat
Late yesterday afternoon the sun peeked out of the clouds, just before the it dipped below the treetops. I waffled on taking a walk with the camera. It was getting dark. It was chilly. I had things I should be … Continue reading