Archive for the ‘Writing for children’ Category

September 2, 2014

Supporting Super Students has some advice for you. Control the tech and find that people are interesting and fun–to be with, to talk to,and just to observe. Learn about what humanity is by sharing and watching. Kids are the most fun, but adults qualify, too. Be a happy “hyou-man.”


July 5, 2014

My blog was to be a showcase of my writing ability and variety, I thought, because I have a great passion for the written word and know of its power.
Since my last post, I have become a columnist for our local paper–the Sierra Vista Herald–on the topic of educating parents with ways to grow effective learners, how to make their children “super learners.” My column has been successful for parents and grandparents, and is one even caregivers read to find ideas to help the children in their charge. Feedback has come in the form of “letters to the editor,” received emails (bettemroz@gmail,) and comments from newspaper readers and grandparents who send the column to their children. I write “500 words for 5 minutes with your children.” I have completed 47 columns and counting. I believe that teachers and school administrators are so busy with meeting standards with their students that they sometimes forget to invite one of the most important people on their team–parents. If parents do not know or realize the terminology and methods that schools are using to educate their children and have not developed tools for helping their children learn, my column provides the confidence and encouragement to push them forward. See my column “Ready to Learn” at I will be waiting for you. (more…)

September 19, 2013

You have got to meet YUGO.  This is from my new book, a non-fiction photo book for
those young-at-heart adventurers into the desert. He is taller than the mesquite tree growing near him.  He is taller than the big trucks whizzing by.  He is taller than the overpass where people drive another direction.  He is unusually tall for his species.  YUGO is a giant! 

The Eight Lives of Sam The Dog
March 12, 2012

Sam is a junkyard dog–a “Heinz” (57 varieties) dog, but above all, Sam is ours. He has had eight lives, that we know of.

Life #1

Sam lived in the city dog pound.  Dad brought him home to live with us. Dad just had to save Sam’s life. He seemed like a nice-enough dog, friendly and all that, but…Sam did not like to be kept in a closed space, and we lived in the city.

Life #2

 Like, I told you, Sam did not like being closed in; he burrowed holes under the wooden fence–once, twice…so many times, I thought Mom would kill him.  Not even the splinters in his paws, or a broken tooth would deter him.

Life #3

Sam finally made it!  He sped out into the street.  The cars honked and beeped, but that didn’t stop Sam.  Not even the squeal of their tires threatened his freedom.  Luckily, neither Sam nor the cars ever made contact.

Life #4

Sam fell into the pool once, twice…so many times, and someone always fished him out.  He was usually an ugly sight! Long hair soaked, hanging drippy, shivery Sam, but he still lived.

Life #5

We decided to move to the desert.  Sam wanted to go out at night.   We had no fences (which was fine with Sam).  Outside, we heard him growl and make a mad dash for the bushes.

“Sam! Sam!  Come back.  There may be danger there for you.”

When we saw a bobcat take off across the field, we knew Sam had handled that.  He trotted back to the house, triumphant conqueror.

Life #6

Sam had never seen a cactus.  He did not know you were not supposed to run through them or step on them.  Sam had so many cactus needles in his paws, I was sure he would never survive.  He whined and cried, but we got them all out, I think.

Life #7 

Sam barked to go outside.  He ran back and forth in front of the windows.  He whined and begged until we finally let him out.  Then, he sped to the edge of the clearing.  He planted his feet, beared his fangs,  and growled savagely.  We thought he had gone mad…until we saw the coyotes scatter.  They didn’t even have time to howl, and Sam came away with not a tooth mark on him.  Sam made it again.

Life #8

Sam was alone.  He did not like to be alone in the house, all closed in.  He scratched the door.  He gnawed the window sill.  Then, Dad saw the mess.  I was sure all of Sam’s lives were over.

With one more life like that

I’d be telling you about a cat!