The Emotional Toll of Emotions: Helping Children Understand Their Feelings

I will admit it, I am inherently a pretty emotional person. As I get older, I have noticed that the moment I think I've found ways to manage my emotions and stress levels, I turn around and another heap of emotions is piled on in a seemingly never-ending cycle. With constant stressors like finances, job security, world affairs and the in's and out's of everyday life, you may feel like you are constantly overcoming one obstacle after another.  How does one break that cycle? Well, I have yet to discover a magic Stress-A-Way spray or a guard to keep the emotions at bay.

The Three Little Pigs--and Company

"The Three Little Pigs" tells of three pigs who build houses—one out of straw, the second out of sticks and the third out of bricks. A big, bad wolf blows down the first two houses but can’t destroy the third pig’s house. In many versions, the wolf eats the first and second pigs while the third survives. In other retellings of the tale, the first two pigs run to the brick house and all three pigs stay safe inside. And it’s not only pigs and wolves but javelinas, dassies, tamales, gators, cats, fish, coyotes, foxes, bears and sharks.

Reaching Your Goals, the NaNoWriMo Way

Today is November 1st! Every year I look forward to this day with a combined sense of excitement and dread. As I recover from my Halloween festivities, I look forward to the annual marathon of writing known as National Novel Writing Month. Every year, aspiring novelists of all ages and all walks of life sit down and start the grand adventure of writing 50,000 words in 30 days. That equals out to writing just about 1,667 words a day.

Bring on the Scares

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled outside, causing barren tree branches to scrap and scratch at the window like skeletons begging to get inside. I curled up on my couch, pulling a blanket closer around my shoulders with my head deep in a book. I was so focused on my reading that I didn’t hear as the front door quietly unlatched and opened. Muddy footsteps came creeping toward me until...

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