The Soul has a Story and the Story has a Soul
Sometimes this keyboard is not my friend. Not because I create some technological anomaly, which I do from time to…
WordPress: No Pressure with Words
Today, I venture from Blogger to Word Press. I have gone from leasing a place to publish my opinions and…
Mother’s Day: Mine was Kinda Kinky
I know that Mother’s Day is past, but I feel the need to reflect on mine. This Mother’s Day, 2018,…
Dear Mr. Trump, Thank You for Making America Great Again
Mr. Trump, I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge your endeavors to make America great again….
The Shape of Things to Come: You’ve Got to be Kidding!
As I was being held hostage in the dentist’s chair, I picked up a magazine to read. There was only…
Forever Young: On Burying Yet Another Student
Another of my students will be buried this week. As a seasoned educator, it never gets easier. The…
The Lambs Cannot Be Silenced: This Teacher Looks Back at September 11th
The classroom is an enchanting niche. It is indeed a workplace but the tools are: wonder, questions, giggles and…
Orlando Strong: Through Dance, Spoken Word and Song
I am visiting my sisters in Orlando, Florida, an annual ritual. But this time, I feel the sadness of a…
March Madness: Crazy Fun!
March is here. Saint Patrick’s Day is done and the first day of Spring is tomorrow….
If Dr. Seuss Took ISTEP (Or Any Other Standardized Test)
Well, this past week was one of polar opposites. Grades 3-8 students were immersed in taking the…
Lyrics to Live By: Valentine’s Day and Beyond
Every now and then it happens. Song lyrics float across our auditory neurons and pretty soon we…
“But Your Honor….I was Just Singing in the Shower!”
I am a dreamer. Oh, not in that romantic, weepy, swooning, Coke commercial kind of dreamer way. Well…now that I…