I refer to Bananagrams as “Freestyle Scrabble.” The object of most games is to win, but this one is to learn. I love Bananagrams because we’re not spending time calculating scores (not that that wouldn’t be a totally righteous mathy thing to do) but learning words—not just how to spell them but their meanings, definitions, and, if needed, what they look like. We flip an old gameboard (we have a Life gameboard that split), draw seven tiles apiece, and play Bananagrams just like Scrabble, with my tablet on standby if we need to look up a word. If we need to look something up, we go to Dictionary.com (yeah, it’s the Wikipedia of dictionaries, but I like the fun format) and use the speaker to listen to the word. The other evening, I spelled “harp,” so I not only googled an image of one but found a YouTube video to watch and listen to one being played.
Though we only do 16 words, it’s pretty involved. Bananagrams has been a great way to teach prefixes and suffixes and how just adding an e to the end of a word changes its meaning. I also just added a sign language component.
Years ago, when I still lived at home, my dad and I played Scrabble on a CD-ROM. We didn’t like keeping score or looking things up in a paper dictionary (we just wanted to play!). He hardly ever won, took forever (I once read a whole novel during his turns), was totally obsessed over landing on the triple word score squares, and always accused me of “piggybacking” off his words (i.e., scoring more off his words than he did). I’d get annoyed that he never cared what a word meant (so long it was a word) and forced him to listen to me read the definition. Mom used to play with us, but she didn’t have the patience to sit through his turns. I mean, it wasn’t chess!
Winning (for me) was harder when my mom played because she never played defensively (which was also annoying). But, I enjoyed these times with my parents immensely, and that is what I will have with my daughters. How ironic it is that what I used to play on a screen, I am playing the old school way 20 years later.
She drew pictures in the air, her eyes conveying the depth, her body language, the tone. There wasn’t one voice in the world who could drown out hers.
Her shyness had matured to introvertedness, & she saw her ability to listen rather than speak become more appreciated by those who loved to hear themselves.
As a primary speaker of ASL, she was deaf to his intelligence; as a primary reader of Braille, he was blind to her beauty. She was deaf to his intelligence, not to his music; he was blind to her beauty, not to her art.
It was the text that ended it all, for had it been face-to-face, what would have been typed might have never been said at all.
She told him how she felt in a 1000 poetic ways– through the third-person who was the funhouse mirror of herself.
Though I was disappointed that summer classes weren’t available in my degree program, it’s still been a pretty great summer. I still accomplished a lot, and used some of my time somewhat wisely. The list below pretty much sums up the season for me (so far):
Binge watched the entire series of “Medium” on Netflix (I’d missed the last season, so I started with it, and worked my way back). It’s where I got the idea of including a little note in my child’s lunch (as soon as she’s old enough to read them).
Participated in the Writer’s Digest “Poem-a-Day” challenge for the month of April.
Made my first live television appearance on “The Daily Brew” with my friend, Mandy, who also participated in the challenge.
Writing my third Harlequin novel (the first two haven’t been picked up yet) for the “So You Think You Can Write” contest.
Mastered mouse-moving dexterity with my left hand (no more carpal tunnel in my dominant hand).
Became a volunteer article writer for the Gulf Coast Kid’s House.
Enrolled in a creative writing course at the local college. I could only get into one class this semester (everything was either full, required a pre-req, or it wasn’t offered during the fall term). I used this delay as an opportunity to take a class that excites me.
Finally accepted that I will never like bananas (unless they’re in a dessert). Same goes for sweet potatoes and avocados.
Submitted my collection of children’s nursery rhymes, “Golden Stars and Silver Linings” to Wordsong Press.
Learned how to have fun for fun’s sake. Not everything has to be a learning opportunity for my two-year-old daughter. Making memories and having fun is a big part of childhood. I learned from an occupational therapist that a child’s job is to do just that: Have fun.
Became a quarter-finalist in the Mary Ballard Poetry Chapbook Prize contest for my collection of medical poetry, “Complexities”. (Final results are still pending.) Whether or not I win, I will still have completed a large body of work in a relatively short amount of time. I am determined that every piece of writing I’ve deemed good will eventually find a home. Every rejection is an opportunity to make a piece better.