Learning, Writing, Teaching, and Laughing
Happy Saint Patrick's Day, everyone! It's been a while since I've done a picture post, and I thought that it was about time that I did one. Also, it's Saint Patrick's Day, so why not have the theme be green? If you have some photos of your own that you think that I would like, let me know in the comments below.
We meet a lot of people, but who are the ones that stick in your mind? Do you ever wonder if you’re that memorable stranger for someone?
What new dreams do you want to go chase? What big ideas do you want to pursue? What little, goofy, yet incredibly cool, things do you want to do? I’d love to hear some of yours. Here is a list of mine.
I started to write down all of the “secrets” to being a teacher and found that there were just too many to put in one post, so this will become a series. I am spilling the academic tea here.
Happy late Valentine’s Day, everyone! Maybe some of you are sad that the holiday is over, and maybe some of you are a bit bummed that it’s done. Either way, the celebration of love doesn’t have to end on February 14th. Here are some lines from movies that I think are pretty doggone romantic but that aren’t really celebrated or well-known.
So . . . I’ve been gone for a hot minute. Admittedly, with some life changes, I got overwhelmed and stopped blogging, despite my love for the WordPress community. But, I’m back, and I’m excited to start blogging again and interacting with other bloggers.
Sometimes, it’s nice just to stop and to recognize the good things in life. So, in the name of positivity, here is the second post in my new series, “The Best Feelings.”
Grief is a strange creature. It rears its head when you least expect it, and it hangs around in ways that you could never have imagined. Its appearances can be logical, but they don’t always have to be. Sometimes grief only pokes its head out to greet you, and then other times it feels like its lying on your chest trying to smother you.
The other day, I was talking with two fellas, and they were discussing how great it is to be alive. So, in honor of those two gentlemen, I’ve decided to do a series on some of the best feelings in the world.
“I don’t need you,” she says.
The evening is chilly and busy taxis keep rolling by. I gaze at Julie and the dirty river flowing. Every Friday, she flies to Waterloo, and I don’t want to stay at home, so here I am.
“I don’t need to wander,” I counter.
At the Foot of the Sierras 