You say you love me, but Love is what love does, and What you do does not Show love for me, only For what you do. That is to say, Your love divided Is vexing our love.
When it’s time to turn in, it’s time for the gentle, vibratory hum of Oral-B – a must to keep the cavity creeps at bay. When it’s time to turn in, it’s time for pill popping; peach and square, white and round, red and tiny – a must to treat and control all that ailsContinue reading “When It’s Time to Turn In”
Fri-Yay before break brings hope to a weary soul. Much needed respite to recharge what has been drained; to spend time with my first loves.
Three parent-teacher conferences out of eighteen. Scholars are growing. Parents are pleased with their growth. Teacher’s heart is full of pure joy.
Community Week with CampGladiator is a needed rest for my muscles and sleeping in; also for “Wake Up and Write”.
A tiny, heart-shapedsticker; a salad from a generous donor;eating lunch with my Scholars;living my best teacher life.
A TeachWrite meet up with THE Jennifer Laffin; Finally getting to meet the one who opened the door to my writing life.
Fri-Yay! is here, and the weekend is to follow. Rest, relaxation are on my agenda; so I can start next week strong. Every day is for writing; but, the weekend is when I can dive deep into ideas to compose meaningful masterpieces; lines of verse and/or of prose.
He sits motionless; waiting patiently for me to respond to his not-so-subtle demands to throw the toy, though I’m writing.
Grateful for expressed gratitude for all I do to impact the lives of the little Scholars who impact my life so much more.