On the Other Side

Posted October 18, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

          Being on the other side of cancer is easier than being in the middle.  When you’re in the middle, it’s like being at sea and not knowing where you’re going.  Some days were easy, while others were very challenging.  The best parts of being sick were seeing all the friendly nurses and doing art and writing songs.  The worst parts were losing some friends and seeing my mom in so much pain and not being able to see people I loved.  I felt weak and nauseous a lot of the time, but now on the other side, I’ve learned about my self and life.  I know kids can get very sick, I know I can get through tough times, I know that prayer works, and I know that my family will always be there for me.  So, if you are going through hard times, don’t give up hope.  Stay strong.

 By Mary Jo, 11

When I Moved

Posted January 13, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

My memory is when I moved to Texas from England. I remember that we were in the airport and my mom, dad, and my sister started crying because they didn’t want to leave. They were all older than me and had more to say goodbye to than me. We moved because my dad got a job in Houston. In 2003 we moved, I do like it here, but I really loved England because that’s where I was born. I could smell my house even when we were in the airport. My memory is important because it is one of the most important things that has happened to me in my life. It’s a milestone in my life.

By Laura, 3rd grade

Photo by pauline tai via Flickr

Chocolate Ice Cream World

Posted December 16, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

I wonder what kind of dog I will have.
I hear the ocean.
I see the beach.
I want Christmas to come.

I am kind.

I pretend Christmas is here.
I feel a thousand feet tall.
I touch winter’s snow.
I worry about my mom and dad.

I cry for my mom when she is sick.

I am kind.

I understand math and science.
I dream I am a superhero.
I fly 100 miles per hour!
I try my best.
I hope the whole world
will be made of chocolate ice cream.

I am kind.

By Alexander, 2nd Grade

Photo by wintersoul1 via Flickr


Cooking Away

Posted November 24, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

I watch my mom
cooking away,
her mind full of delicious
recipes. I find
her face full of concentration;
my own, full of delight
at the sweet smells
wafting up my nose.
I watch hungrily as
she puts in the last
ingredient and stirs it with
a wooden ladle.
She scoops it out into
a small bowl and hands
it to me.
I take it greedily,
but eat it slowly,
each ingredient rubbing
on my tongue.

By Julia, 5th grade

My Garden

Posted September 9, 2010 & filed under Notebook.


My mom told me to plant a story, so I took my pencil
shovel and planted her past. I planted my mom and my
uncle as kids. My uncle Joe would always get into
trouble. My mom would too, because my uncle played
marbles with his friends, and my mom would whine
because she wanted to play. So my uncle would have to
take care of her everywhere they went or he would get
in trouble. I took my pencil shovel and I planted my
mom as a kid, and she was happy to remember.

By David, 3rd grade

Photo by sGrace via Flickr


Posted September 2, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

I have never met my grandparents before, but my mom told me about them. She told me that my grandpa got milk from the cow and made it into cheese then sold it. She told me that they had lots of animals, like cows, pigs, horses, dogs, sheep, and goats. When my mom was little, my grandpa gave her a horse for her birthday. Her name was Star. My mom told me once there was a fox that was trying to get in the chicken pen and eat a chicken, but my grandpa saw it and scared it away. My mom looked in our closet to find a picture of Mexico that they took with the animals and my grandparents and my mom when she was little. First I saw a picture of a pig named Gordita, and she had piglets that he sold. Whenever there were baby chicks, cows, horses or goats, my grandpa would sell them. My grandma took a picture of the dog playing with the chicken. There was some stuff in the box with the pictures. There was a sombrero and a little statue of a Chihuahua dancing the Mexican hat dance. She put the box away and started thinking about going to Mexico. It’s a gateway to a lifetime.

by Christian, 4th grade