Monthly Archives: May 2008

Today, while conferencing with one student during writing workshop another (a girl named Jasmine) said "Dr. Shoop, I think you know my grandmother." "Really?" How would I know this sixth grade girl’s grandmother, I don’t live anywhere near them, etc. "What’s … Continue reading →

DSC01213, originally uploaded by kathieshoop. Here’s to all you mothers out there. Hope your day is full of color and happy things.

I’m sitting here making a list of things to do now that I turned in my article. The list is long and actually is impossible to accomplish unless I don’t stop moving for the next 24 hours. Trouble is, Mult. … Continue reading →

DSC00869, originally uploaded by kathieshoop. It just keeps rolling around without any consent from me. Here it is again. And because I had an article deadline, I’m behind on taking a photo of my knee. Well, though I’ve lost 12 … Continue reading →

DSC00997 Originally uploaded by kathieshoop   For those who are interested, my article about Adoption is May’s cover story in Pittsburgh Parent Magazine. The families I profiled are amazing and I learned so much about the adoption process–how to live … Continue reading →

For the book that I’m polishing, about to submit, my family history and a national historic tragedy intersected and shaped the novel with a huge plot and amazing, hardy people–those folks pictured in a post below. And now, as I’m polishing my … Continue reading →

Finding big old, expensive treasure. Except, it was to happen when I was ten, in my best friend Julia’s backyard, while setting up a clubhouse. I wasn’t much for diamond hunting in Africa back then. And we weren’t dense enough (Julia was … Continue reading →

DSC01012 Originally uploaded by kathieshoop   Well, it’s Fat Friday again and the whole knee photo idea is yeilding very little as far as the naked eye is concerned. I’m just down another pound, but can you see it my … Continue reading →

Pittsburgh is forever garnering awards for its livability and sports teams (Go Pens!), etc.  And I’m always forced to comment on such things, not because my ego is somehow tied into events and places where I’m merely a smidge of … Continue reading →