On this day last year, I wrote a letter to my writer’s block.
Two years ago, I researched the books that were published in the year I was born.
Three years ago, we had all just shifted to Zoom teaching, Zoom meeting, Zoom living, and I shared where I and my cat co-workers zoomed from. (It’s hard to imagine a time I found Zooming to be a fun novelty, but this slice is proof that for a time, I didn’t mind Zooming at all.)
Four years ago, I found inspiration in another slicer’s Hello There introduction format. Never mind that it was nearly the end of the month, a little late for introductions.
Five years ago, I shared my love of workshop teaching and suggested ways to advocate for change at your school.
Six years ago, I wrote about not having the words when a student cried in my classroom.
Seven years ago, I wrote about slicing (and writer’s block yet again) in a series of six-word memoirs.
2023 marks eight years of slicing for me. Eight years of thinking and writing around the same topics: teaching, books, cats, coffee, writing, reading, reflection. So many things change from year to year, and yet there is a consistency in what’s likely to be in my head, in what wants to be written, that I find comforting.
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This slice idea was borrowed from Sherri’s reflection on her years of slicing.
the dirigible plum 
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