Photo by Rovelyn Camato on Pexels.comReaders - I have no idea what this image is about, but all the others that came up from searches for "fizzle/whimper/somber/incontinence..." were too disturbing to post. Just like my recent blogging spurt, December ended with a "fizzle" and a "whimper" – which in addition to pointing my thoughts directly… Continue reading Fizzling and Whimpering – No This Isn’t An Incontinence Commercial
Photo by Amanda Hoving 2019 My students smile hugely when they see me waiting for them in the tiny gym, because this is it, the answer to their repeated question of, “Is it TODAY?!” Their teamwork, good behavior and grit has paid off, their group jar has been filled to the brim with coveted colorful… Continue reading Just a Teacher Taking Requests
Family photo created by rawpixel.com - http://www.freepik.com I am no longer 21. Or 31. Beyond that, I don’t wish to get into specifics – in my dreams I haven’t changed much since high school (maturity-wise), and I’d like to keep it that way. The world is still mine for the taking! There are Olympic sports… Continue reading Can the Applause for Accomplishments-Based-On-Age Please Stop Being a Thing?
Photo by Edu Carvalho on Pexels.com There were two golden years when all four of my children attended the same school together. Each morning, our harried but single-route commute took us through the church parking lot adjoining their school. Most days we were cruising through just as the morning service was letting out. And, most… Continue reading Living Life Like the 95-Year-Old in the Parking Lot (While Avoiding Charges of Manslaughter)
Here's the situation: Barbara Walters recently swooped upon me in the form of a dream. At least, I hope it was a dream, because otherwise I have some serious home security issues to look into. At first, I was temporarily blinded by the sudden spotlight, and I thought maybe a guardian angel had (finally) come to call. But, when I heard the tell-tale lisping I… Continue reading Barbara Walters Made Me Write This Blog Post.
It was a lazy Friday night and I had just finished telling my husband about day five at my new job in an elementary school library. He sat quietly for a moment, and then grinned at me in a crooked little way. "What?!" I demanded. I thought of the ice cream I had just inhaled. "Is there Chocolate… Continue reading Your Job (And A Four Letter Word)