PEN TO PAPER: Remember Me
How do you see yourself? How do others see you? If the people you care about couldn’t remember you, how would you describe yourself to them?
WRITING PROMPT 1: None of your family, or friends, remember you. Describe yourself to them.
WRITING PROMPT 2: Amelia couldn’t remember…
PEACELOVEBASKETBALL: 4 Things You Must Do To Play Great Helpside Defense
Helpside defense is the key to great team defense. Teams need to work together to be effective and dominate the court, and in order to do so, each player must pay attention to the person who they’re guarding, as well as the rest of the court. If you’re not guarding the person with the basketball, you’re expected to help your teammates.
Generally, the farther away you are from the ball, the more you should be available to help. If you’re just one pass away, you will often be asked step up and deny the passing lane (I’ll cover deny defense in another blog), but depending on which level you’re playing and your coach’s specific rules, sometimes, even one pass away, you may play helpside defense. If you’re not guarding the ball (or asked by your coach to faceguard a player), these tips will help you become a better defender and ultimately help your team.
4 things that you must do to become a better helpside defender.
1. SEE BALL / SEE PLAYER
If you’ve played any basketball you should have heard this term. It may have been in the form of point ball/point player, point your pistols, see ball/see man or something of the sort, but what it means is that when you’re playing defense away from the ball you must guard your player and also know where the basketball is on the court at all times. There may be occasions when your coach has you faceguard a player, stick on them like glue, but the rest of the time when you’re on defense, you must be aware of the rest of the court. And you should always be in good defensive position, knees bent, back straight and arms out wide with your back toward the hoop. One hand should be […]
PEN TO PAPER: An Eggcellent Day
What does Easter mean to you? For me it’s about spending time with family, decorating eggs, searching for eggs and eating good food.
When I was young, we always had some pretty intense Easter egg hunts. I wasn’t always a fan, because for some reason, I could never find as many eggs as my big brother. Fortunately as we got older, the hunts became a parents vs. kids event, and let’s just say I’m surprised we didn’t find a few eggs, weeks later, by smell. My brother and I hid one egg at the bottom of the flour bin on the top shelve of a kitchen cabinet. That’s crazy.
When my kids were young we had egg hunts, but it was the decorating that got intense. A heated competition developed with our neighbors that lasted for years. My husband was always the winner, at least in his mind. The rest of us have a different recollection of the final results, but no matter the winner we always had a blast.
I know that Easter is not about egg decorating and egg hunts, that it’s a Christian holiday celebrating the belief in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, but the egg portion of the holiday holds some eggcellent memories for me and is a great place to get some good story ideas.
WRITING PROMPT 1: Write about this Easter weekend or a past Easter that stands out in your memory.
WRITING PROMPT 2: Write about what Easter means to you.
WRITING PROMPT 3: Braden took the egg and….
PEN TO PAPER: Car Craze
Wow, cars bring up a lot of memories for me. My first car was a gigantic white Buick Electra with a 455 engine (that means fast). It was white with a black top and velvety wine colored electric seats. Man, I had some adventures in that. Then came my reddish-orange Opal Manta, I loved that little pumpkin seed. Then I started my Volkswagen run with a VW rabbit, diesel. It was a nice car but it blew a head gasket going up the steep hill just west of Spokane. Next came my first real car, meaning the first one I bought myself , my red-hot sirocco, wolfberg addition. That baby took me back and forth across the state of Washington a million times, probably a bit faster than it should have, especially since the speed limit was 55 MPH at that time. Then came the love of my life (next to Jason, the kids and our dog of course), the Blue Bomber, my 1989 VW Blue Star Vanagon, that I’ve been driving for twenty-one years now.
I could write a book about my Vanagon adventures. Oh no, don’t get me started; I’m already working on two books. Enough about my cars, now it’s time to write about yours, and I’m guessing that you have just as many stories surrounding your cars, or cars that you have dreamed about driving, so let’s get writing.
WRITING PROMPT 1: Write about your first car, or your favorite car.
WRITING PROMPT 2: Write about a car you’d like to have.
WRITING PROMPT 3: Jessie set her hands on the steering wheel of the _______ and…
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