Sounds like fundraising campaign, doesn't it. It is actually the savings plan for a trip I am dreaming about this spring. Dreaming against logic that I will be standing on ancient ground wondering at the marvel of a city all but forgotten until the descendents of its destroyers found it again. Machu Picchu was rediscovered …
My students asked me just how many jobs I have held. I answered honestly. I have no idea. So for them, myself and you dear readers, here is a list. Retail Clerk at a Fruit Market Child care worker Baker Tarot Card reader Hotel Clerk File Clerk Office Assistant Shelver Student Manager Student Project Manager …
This month, I have challenged myself to write a blog post everyday until my birthday. I thought two days ago that it would be difficult; especially since I was so tired I could barely keep myself awake. Today, however, my mind was flooded with ideas. The deluge didn't stop even when I was in the …
Weeping time has come again Reaping what was sewn With good, yet bitter intentions.
Lips that I crave Though I walked away For love For love of those lips & of the man Who would have waited For my love to return
My neighbors are generous souls. They are just plain good folks. Their home is always filled with friends and on occasion someone who needs a home. One of their latest borders is a young man named David, twenty-two, uneducated and trying to put his life together. He also has a crush on me. A bad …
It is late on a Friday night and I am living the dream; writing in my undies and enjoying an adult beverage. Heaven right? Okay, maybe not for you, but this fourth week of school has been pretty rough. The kids are finally getting into their routines, relationships between teachers and students are being squared …
It was good, genuine people, bad times, too few words too many emotions that broke the world we made loved thrived in It was good people
Sometimes the Strong need the reassurance the arms to see them through Someone to take the burden Just for a little while.. just for a little while Someone to come to the rescue just once, just once or maybe just one more time.
Once upon a time, I joked about getting a food cart and taking it downtown to feed skinny chicks. Girls who clearly needed to eat, who were an unhealthly kind of skinny. It wasn't a very good joke. It implied that I have a problem with slender women. I don't. There isn't a rivalry between skinny and …
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