I like to make people laugh and then say, "hmmm." If I have done that then I have successfully changed the way you have seen the world.
In my younger, before my mother died, days, I was raised Catholic. Of course I went to catechism and had my first communion and went through the many rites of passage affiliated with the church. In addition, my mother spent hours reminding or teaching me about our faith. […]
But what happens if I don’t go. Again Mr. Kierkegaard answered the question. If I stay in my safety zone I will lose myself. Parts of me will be lost because they were never required.
I have a prayer box. For 18 months my prayers went on little pieces of paper and into the box. It was a mailbox between God and myself. All those times I wrote or spoke, “you are in my prayers” the person and where they where in life […]
The strongest tell tale sign of puberty is the voice. A drop in range makes the voice easier to hear so less force is required to project the sound. Fortunately, the kids don’t realize this so I hear every secret they try to hide. And the look of surprise, when confronted with the knowledge that they were thinking of ditching 4th hour is priceless.
Morning duty this week has been cold. So cold, our normally social, dance and run around every chance they can get teenagers have been hanging out in the library. As I stood in the cold, wrapped in my sweater, scarf and pea coat a student walk by savoring […]
It is raining in our normally sunny Arizona. Last week was the lunar eclipse and next week the kids are released for winter break. And, people are getting sick. Myself included. Madness is all around me. Today as I walked down the corridor, close to the wall, so […]
This week the comics from the local paper was the source for our vocabulary words. I got the idea when one of the characters used the word “minutiae.” This was a word I taught the kids the week prior and served as validation that what they learned on […]
I wonder if any one could catch the essence of the night. The one where people said, “We shouldn’t have to wait 5 years to get together again.”
Maybe it was delirium from mowing the lawn in an Arizona August, or since it was Sunday, it could have been divine intervention-regardless a really good idea came to the front of my mind. We don’t have to wait for the kids to have fun.
This is the summer where I returned to forgotten dreams. Well they weren’t really forgotten, they were put aside while I raised the family. I had heard old, old people (that’s code for people so old I don’t want to know the real number of years they’ve been […]