<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2026 10:44:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>#ksyb</category><category>blogchallenge</category><category>teaching</category><category>fallblogchallenge2010</category><category>teacherchallenge</category><category>learning</category><category>reading</category><category>reflection</category><category>blog</category><category>blogging</category><category>memories</category><category>technology</category><category>30d2bbb</category><category>PLN</category><category>about me</category><category>book 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Laurie</description><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-8107542927660222017</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2025 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-08-10T10:52:29.543-07:00</atom:updated><title>What a Week It&#39;s Been</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;This week I started my next, new adventure.&amp;nbsp; I am now an English teacher for grades 9 and 12 at Grissom High School in Huntsville. And it’s a big change.I have been told by my closest family and friends that it was time for me to get back to teaching kids instead of adults. Stubborn me didn’t listen. But then I found myself looking for a job in July and my friend from church suggested </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2025/08/what-week-its-been.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-8131371141790277263</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2023 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-11-05T12:41:10.298-08:00</atom:updated><title>All Saints Day 2023</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Having become an Episcopalian
in college, I started my observation of All Saints Day in the 1980s in
Tuscaloosa at Canterbury Chapel.&amp;nbsp; Each
year I was delighted to learn about saints during the parade of saints the
Sunday School children put on.&amp;nbsp; Then, I
got a little older. I had friends and family pass away. I realized that those people
I knew were also saints for me.

At St. </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2023/11/all-saints-day-2023.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-4632399537297281907</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2022 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-07-05T12:13:04.565-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sawyerville Summer Learning Take Two</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;July 2, 2022&amp;nbsp;

This past week I spent my second year at Sawyerville
Summer Learning Camp in Greensboro, Alabama.&amp;nbsp;
What a difference a year makes!&amp;nbsp;
Last year after the first day, I was exhausted and overwhelmed. This
year I was energized and excited to come and spend two weeks teaching math to students
who had just completed kindergarten.&amp;nbsp; 

In my preparations to serve at</atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2022/07/sawyerville-summer-learning-take-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUTrig18-ziK3kqJqkLlTWYL9M7m5ncP5VEXX7pQXvN6rlB7M4dabK26PWtUeZmAARTy9orriwIvAgW4KpuBdGaQayegFZ0UufoKVfSH0TQMkaqo9G11LNNyRWA5wgMsDJcpjQfD66yqpIDREmSSQcKxvBalLWXRU6fls6wSqQi97sAxEaTU/s72-c/sslLaurie2022.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-442208397071282333</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2022 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-02-15T13:59:33.188-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">#100dayproject #100daysofpoems</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Days 1-3/100 Days of Poems&amp;nbsp; #100dayprojectCelebrating Nashville&amp;nbsp;Noticing the blue sky,
feeling the cold wind and hearing the music in the streets

Ambling around downtown absorbing
the culture of the Music City

Singing along with country
hits in the Country Music Hall of Fame

Having fun people watching on
Broadway in brand new boots and cowboy hats

Visiting the Frist Art Museum
to </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2022/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwm2EghTMamzfrd2pfmfQuQqHgrdoDx71nBU_a-3Pk5C9guYY3On5p2SV0Vm0sO_T2CUQB8yJ3eqHeqhjaMYJWQnD2S9UAeQ_jGHQyXGM2RZ3ERUJ1Ca0j-k9zs-UT_-iy9AuPyeBHGHG20rlnbxgJqPcTMfaIMAbFuqHijFRe0wtCzQFg4zk=s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-1733918860494220333</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2021 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-07-31T08:53:51.539-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sawyerville Summer Learning Day 1</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Sawyerville Day 1

In June 2020, I was ready to serve as a teacher at
Sawyerville. Excited to be stretching my education skills, I was assigned to
teach science to third graders. Throughout the shutdown spring of COVID, I was
eternally optimistic that God would find a way for us to share His love with
the kids of Hale County, but it was not to be. Working with kids face-to-face
in </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2021/07/sawyerville-summer-learning-day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuIGMc78FvjumE1IMuCV04NHU5jisltJ5RYe0OpoteZzNxZ9VlXcsi97ioHTgveMepYH6IOr_Ksh6FGNKk3_92V_Uw5AISokqeh0FlKenq9ftznxwWvi6Okh9iZxN_c9l9vBcGhg/s72-c/tenframe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-7200271783001566207</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2021 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-05-10T07:43:37.669-07:00</atom:updated><title>Day 100 of #the100dayproject</title><atom:summary type="text">On January 31, 2021, I started the 100 Day Project because I saw a Facebook post from my friend MaryAnna Hudson Brown about it.   I looked it up online and found out about it.So at first I thought I would write a short poem or paragraph everyday, but then I was unsure if my observations would be artistic or not.  In January I had a huge problem with my writing being either blocked or forced. I </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2021/05/day-100-of-the100dayproject.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/Nr69-B-4kZ9Dy6XamJEpfGBQiiEe9bAT_fmBpVaKKotkdepjYgvRQmSaaO7_c0IXhLN3zwtyiYelvYWsO-eRXQ1xIVb-pzRHhjOAPgAT9rk6Gz8diUGYo1qT-qdkPrGO1lOw34jh=s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-6585723388002890742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2020 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-02-24T17:40:34.125-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Voice That Yearned to Be Heard</title><atom:summary type="text">

A Voice that Yearned to Be Heard

Laurie Fowler



My dad
loved words and loved language and loved reading and loved storytelling. His
dream was to be a college professor, but his life took a turn when he found the
exciting world of newspapering. “They pay me to read the paper,“ he boasted,
after securing a copy editor’s position.



His was
a voice that yearned to be heard.



My dad
moved on </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2020/02/a-voice-that-yearned-to-be-heard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-6428173288877441301</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2020 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-01-08T09:01:15.755-08:00</atom:updated><title>Teaching is hard work</title><atom:summary type="text">

What works? Economics teachers who talk about seasonal
employment give examples of Christmas retail and Christmas tree lots; this real
world connection makes economics real to students. World History teachers connect
current events to the history of trade in Africa.&amp;nbsp; Where are the new markets for the US and
China? Africa and Asia are the most open territories.&amp;nbsp; U.S. History and </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2020/01/teaching-is-hard-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-8273716786859726364</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2019 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T10:01:05.527-08:00</atom:updated><title>Approaching Advent</title><atom:summary type="text">

Advent season in the Episcopal Church is one that always has
challenges for me.&amp;nbsp; I was raised Baptist so
the idea of Advent was one that I first encountered in college.&amp;nbsp; The idea of watching and waiting during the
excitement of the Christmas season was not one that I was familiar with. Also,
I am not sure I had ever heard any advent carols except for O Come, O Come Emmanuel.









</atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2019/12/approaching-advent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4KPnoRQVhWfJmKZZmkQUrNQVXQCgtArWyUBjDqBPDQBIuDZUx2AwlqlFD_CjolFlhIEZW8msBtMNRqMFjyc1EEVOkS8pck1uehdG50h5mPUO51PqCPUxtnpqBEpeHdqLqxdqmQ/s72-c/candlefocus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-7967148731018383363</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jun 2019 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-06-26T07:59:27.047-07:00</atom:updated><title>The perfect computer travel bag</title><atom:summary type="text">

Each August as teachers are
preparing their classrooms and buying school supplies, I am on the prowl for
the perfect travel computer bag for my busiest work season. By looking at my online order history, one can see that this is a quest that I have been on for a while. Being a true travel nerd for six years, I have specific requirements for the perfect computer bag.&amp;nbsp; It should be colorful,</atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-perfect-computer-travel-bag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTEyLwZFaMkKTgIMJp8lN73X__2ga0gnJrM345ckHhuNTQ6ozvXW_FAjtGBni4v8maeVgO9RbeLQWDuZx7fSs_XMCjerjkoo4KO0lRudlQrQKgwwR9k6bkgeJJv8wauSB4LCS9w/s72-c/blackrollingbag.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-2764105508846243946</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2019 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-06-17T06:32:35.642-07:00</atom:updated><title>Not Ready Yet</title><atom:summary type="text">

Not ready yet



I&#39;m still not ready to not have my
daddy. It&#39;s been five years and I miss him still and I guess I always will.I
miss him on big holidays and events like Father’s Day, but it’s the little
things that bring tears to my eyes, that make me catch a ragged breath, that
make me miss him even more.



·&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Seeing tables of </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2019/06/not-ready-yet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-9102339886232211707</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2019 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-05-03T11:30:37.888-07:00</atom:updated><title>Walking with Gospel Music and Waterfowl</title><atom:summary type="text">

Sitting around all day with nothing to do is for some a
dream come true.&amp;nbsp; Students finishing high
school or college and people counting down the days to retirement look forward
to days of freedom; however, for me working from home when I am supposed to be out
in schools working is a bit depressing.&amp;nbsp; 



I was heading toward depression even though I have good
medication for that. Yes, </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2019/05/walking-with-gospel-music-and-waterfowl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ecvzgx3CrA1ZF-uVON1aoC2aS6sTPOEwHZQSUwWHrrI6XA6lzBX0EWx21yP8zYoqNCmrvz2gYFJom3D6klGpo2P8qx2Akhr0geUGSHZF38VzcotvsiZsFzyusDJHPzq1OQ2PRQ/s72-c/IMG_6273.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-5169646190945904022</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2019 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-04-28T12:25:16.734-07:00</atom:updated><title>Real Meaning of Community</title><atom:summary type="text">I am staying with my Aunt Jenny in Rome on and off for the next few months.&amp;nbsp; Jenny who is a member at North Broad Baptist Church was volunteering at their quarterly Community Brunch Saturday morning. So because I have a passion for feeding hungry people, I tagged along.

We arrived at 8:00 to a kitchen full of people bustling about making a full breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2019/04/real-meaning-of-community.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-4398349090830436515</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2019 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-04-16T10:11:20.396-07:00</atom:updated><title>Let&#39;s Stop Pretending</title><atom:summary type="text">
Here is my response to the following article I read on Facebook. When I realized that I was having 
a conversation with myself about the article, I knew that a blog post was in order.



Let’s stop pretending you don’t do these 58 annoying things when you fly

https://www.orbitz.com/blog/2018/05/annoying-things-when-you-fly-travel/



When this came up on my Facebook feed this morning, I just </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2019/04/lets-stop-pretending.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_ZVaNEQXbhNTGtw2bN5VmewiR9KVSSzx906NSJQIOLsedTNcp19F3zBd9LVR_-xSF0YMm9rg2F7JQgwpIby4esexiFck9Uj8FDyHkw4c7qZQtrRil2fKhoGqUJKcNmuNZxq1kg/s72-c/tsaprecheck.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-7806659916583222729</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-08T10:12:50.976-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday, Mary Cole!</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Mary Cole,

I have loved being your LaLa for 11 years. &amp;nbsp;I think I was maybe the first person out side of your family to know you were on your way! &amp;nbsp;I remember visiting you when you were only a week old. I am sure my first gift to you was a book. I often just had to send care packages because I couldn&#39;t deliver them in person, but I am lucky that I live closer now. I love hanging </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2017/08/happy-birthday-mary-cole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKSn8C8BcCtJRtHOlnrfLP2NP5XJ47HrQO76pJp-2ZONP0Vqe2d8xXGW2Sdg-BXShnCE2ySmVMw5Lcjd81W6dP6Ciq6aELoG9ESxBYoM0O2CDfAR0PPJwhdvYYUw1CQXEO48Tag/s72-c/mckcloud.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-3307617606859197424</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2017 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-10T12:46:54.702-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hallelujah Anyway</title><atom:summary type="text">
Hallelujah
Anyway by Anne Lamott&amp;nbsp;

A
reflection by Laurie Fowler

I have
read many of Anne Lamott’s previous books: Traveling Mercies, Plan B, Help,
Thanks, Wow!, so when I saw a new book in an airport bookstore, I bought
it.&amp;nbsp; A real book, that although it is
small adds weight to my carry on.&amp;nbsp; Knowing
how accessible Anne’s texts usually are, I opened it up before we even took off
</atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2017/06/hallelujahanyway-by-anne-lamott.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RHkG73w7hVsxfWbZHDsuB4BUtZJfrUxzkKh6K0RncDJe0LG78tHNW1A2BaTfsNLqvxx2rnisIWqXrJzTALbPUd5ygv2tjAzaZtSZdc26wymWMXmgngT_BVxyJ62Vf_WEQ2j_qw/s72-c/hallelujahanyway.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-4880898009600303838</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2017 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-09T17:24:16.018-07:00</atom:updated><title>More Alike Than Different</title><atom:summary type="text">
I spent the last four days in a Muslim school in New
York City.&amp;nbsp; I was a bit worried about
dressing properly and not offending anyone. I called the project manager to
inquire about proper attire.&amp;nbsp; I was
relieved to discover that I didn’t have to wear a hajib, or observe the fast
for Ramadan, or change my work wardrobe—just wear pants, closed-toe shoes, and
longish sleeves.&amp;nbsp; My </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2017/06/more-alike-than-different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJLQSMEeyKq-62UDzZfkroAfWK1j3oVDoJHlr3xQqywMyBGVRNcvFWjuSFKuwura4azpEA2uv_lQQSe0b6Os-0oyfdgFSg07oY5PBDtMlUEcdL25CBIJjQ05c0JLhranpOd_Sxw/s72-c/aia4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-1286413635251634964</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2016 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-07-09T14:19:11.435-07:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack</title><atom:summary type="text">


Inspired by my friend from St. Thomas Episcopal Church,
Robbie Clark, I am going to start blogging again. Since my dad died in 2014, I
have had major writer’s block due to my own emotional stress.&amp;nbsp; After I read In My Words by Robbie Clark, a
vivid recount of growing up and living with autism, I knew that my time to
write had come again.&amp;nbsp; I really like
making lists so I will start </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2016/07/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-5336486442502520803</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2014 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-25T09:31:50.487-07:00</atom:updated><title>Remembering Dad</title><atom:summary type="text">These are the memories that Lindy, Lee, and I wrote about our dad, Ed Fowler, who died on March 9, 2014.&amp;nbsp; These memories were read as part of his funeral service.



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Monday, September 16, 2013



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I am listening to the new Diane Mott Davidson culinary
mystery, The Whole Enchilada, in the
car as I travel to and from work. (Of course, now that I live in Huntsville, my drive is very short; I may never get&amp;nbsp;to the end of this mystery!)&amp;nbsp; I love
these mysteries and have been reading them for over 20 years after my dear
friend, Luanne, </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2013/09/its-monday-what-are-you-reading.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOEvrFlmeFYg4nPkQ6RmWoESW8xFICzHgus-DWgE_-yJoCfNdCKt5X0hjab8tI8h6_q1SxE6jKehSAXD2lmWVOXrWJq-rrKnQA14vsEulPwvxfNyFUdyobppQVeMiWLdokJIz1w/s72-c/its-monday-what-are-you-reading-2a798mi.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-5986659992666955293</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-03T07:58:51.084-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good Morning, Vietnam</title><atom:summary type="text">In my new job, I have been learning American History in order to do teacher professional development on the eText. &amp;nbsp;I have been slogging away through history of the United States from 1877 to present. &amp;nbsp;This morning I got to the chapter on Vietnam. &amp;nbsp;Several things occurred to me as I studied this chapter.

I only know about Vietnam from television and movies. &amp;nbsp;I was born in </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2013/06/good-morning-vietnam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-3369207820011962644</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2013 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-21T08:50:51.517-07:00</atom:updated><title>Who wears short shorts?</title><atom:summary type="text">




Slice of Life, March 21, 2013 


Well, according to the 1980s tv commercial, it was girls who used Nair.&amp;nbsp; Now, I would say just about anyone can wear short shorts because they are so prevalent in the stores. I saw this pair of shorts at Target recently (Size 18 in case you care).&amp;nbsp; They are indeed short; in fact, they break both of my very important fashion axioms for big girls like</atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2013/03/who-wears-short-shorts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcE23FGriwS1F9s6efRbKigdQ7eSxlVOW0zjTO0VF9rKNNYziPqv6SxPMl0AGZpP4B97SiKu9SVKN_MLXRQsrkbxkfm2w1l2r8zbijE0AVu7mDPCIOVJgcOnbuGSVQpNaQbG2uRg/s72-c/sols_5-years_w1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-3303145015373438853</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-20T11:03:50.322-07:00</atom:updated><title>Luke was born a decade ago!</title><atom:summary type="text">


March 20, 2013



Ten years ago today, I was teaching a group of Tuscaloosa County teachers how to do stuff with Intel Teach to the Future at the old Alternative School in Holt. It was our second or third meeting and we had gotten very comfortable with each other.&amp;nbsp; I found out the night before that my sister, Lindy, was being induced the following day--yes, the day of my workshop.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2013/03/luke-was-born-decade-ago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSJ3wbIwQfuroNbViCELB2NM0r0Xdu_NxWu9wvw_5WTc78j0n9W8cK8B3ShGi7bKlR7SH5XLKoVf-tT1nf5cQK7enSTksSUqWWkXP0lQWJXxPNqrO0-Z-IC-v60ohAY85flgLXA/s72-c/sols_5-colors_w2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-5849211679844946072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-19T08:53:40.728-07:00</atom:updated><title>Best Friends</title><atom:summary type="text">




Slice of Life March 19, 2013


Today, I talked to my friend Luanne. We met when I first visited Mt. Zion High School in December of 1990.&amp;nbsp; She and I really hit it off and she made me feel very welcome. I ended up taking that job teaching Latin and English at Mt. Zion for the 1991-92 school year.&amp;nbsp; On the first day of pre-planning, Luanne gave me a card and a purse calendar since it </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2013/03/best-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK_AYdMXD-_AAEigbZRBaS8WZBm4oT0eP0caz4eXptvRV5g0VdddogGXaYooWA9VwjfegZnERp93OPjwbLVcLB0Ikj89ZM8xvrVY-8zpKbLQ6b1vsQBusWpwS-yUSBtFunbasg-Q/s72-c/sols_blue.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015200.post-2192213079818857759</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-19T08:53:34.930-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday, Grannie!</title><atom:summary type="text">

Today is my grandmother&#39;s 86th birthday! She is a wonderful lady who has been there for me all of my life.&amp;nbsp; She was a lunchroom lady for over 25 years and was the chief reason I never (well almost never) got to take my lunch to school when I was growing up. She is always ready to go and enjoy a good meal and find a bargain. I recently spent Girlfriends&#39; Weekend with her and I am glad to </atom:summary><link>http://lauriefowler.blogspot.com/2013/03/happy-birthday-grannie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Laurie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4NV94kS0t1CWkxnevj02DQAg2AjpF_7y0ML2te1z_LG-GJ8CieY0G58BnEtpsXbbCrvHguANuv-ZzJn5_IXGYfky01Ok2RyXpm2jPPsGD3B6aTd-v4zALXpUOTyrl2hd42yvzCQ/s72-c/granniecollage.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>