No greater loss to be feared…
Twenty years ago, while I was working as a reporter, editor, and writer, I had the opportunity to write for … Continue reading No greater loss to be feared…
Twenty years ago, while I was working as a reporter, editor, and writer, I had the opportunity to write for … Continue reading No greater loss to be feared…
And as a non-perfect sequel to yesterday’s “Stars upon thars,” I present my scars. I am marking (but not exactly celebrating) … Continue reading SCars upon thars…
Last week, Adam’s big moment coincided with one of my irritating ones–we both got our driver’s licenses. For him, it … Continue reading “Stars upon thars!”
I cried for the better part of the morning today. And I mean the word better as in “good, better, best” … Continue reading Toward something better…
I’m not sure what made me think of using “allcreationgroans” as my hash tag in my first-ever Twitter tweet. Unless … Continue reading Whole lot of groaning…
On Saturday, I experienced a cockroach encroaching on my coffee, but today I realized other bugs have been encroaching on … Continue reading Encroachment issues…
Imagine my surprise when I poured my coffee this morning and saw something solid in the flow from pot to … Continue reading EncROACHing on my coffee…
I must admit I am usually more prone to waxing poetic than waxing political, but when I found that I … Continue reading Waxing political…
I heard that someone somewhere sinned, and my heart went out to that someone. (I speak in very general terms … Continue reading A dot on the line of eternity…
Homeward bound My present state of thinking is that flying is simply a necessary evil. (Perhaps a bit extreme? Let … Continue reading Chronicles of Marmia, Day 4
I managed to sleep until almost 6:30 this morning, and I awoke still tired but excited for the day. I … Continue reading Chronicles of Marmia, Day 3
Early a.m.: Could I live like this? Life in a hotel is inconvenient at best. I can’t see a Walgreens … Continue reading Chronicles of Marmia, Day 2
I thought I would share with you the chronicles of “school marmia,” as I and two fellow teachers (OK, one … Continue reading Chronicles of Marmia…
I hate going to weddings alone. But now that my youngest son is 16 and more eager to weed the … Continue reading This Fun’s for you…
I miss my dad. Like most little girls, I thought my dad was the most handsome, most fun, and most … Continue reading A Tribute to My Dad
To my fellow parents, I find it hard being both a morning person and a parent of a teenager. I … Continue reading Care and keeping of teenagers…
At a baby shower, I met a woman who had just recently regained the use of both her arms. She … Continue reading Two arms are better than none…
Today is my official first day of summer. As a teacher, my summer is a month shorter than my students’ … Continue reading Scheduling for success…