Between the coronavirus isolation, the level of pollen in the air and on everything outside, and starting to teach online tomorrow, I am feeling overwhelmed. I have had to learn Power Point all over again and a new app, Zoom, for teleconferrencing with students. I have invited my students to meet me twice a week... Continue Reading →
Looking at my reflection in the plate glass window, I marvel at the person I have become through diligence. Like the moon shines nightly to light the way, I'm a teacher dispelling the darkness of ignorance. It's a job that one must love to perform each day, For it comes with moments of joy and... Continue Reading →
October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month! How I wish we didn't need this special time of remembrance and revelation, but we must continue to remind people of the devastation that domestic violence brings into the lives of its victims, a form of Hell that destroys and kills. I wrote this poem in honor of... Continue Reading →
It's like a fever! Girls being fierce and able. Don't stop the movement. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: fierce and fever.
I received the invitation for my youngest grandson's birthday party for this Sunday. I believe Jadon will be ten years old, but with 15 grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren, I simply cannot remember when some of them were born. I sent his mother a text to see what he likes, so that I can buy him... Continue Reading →
Every time we go into a restaurant or an entertainment venue, Douglas ask a question that I absolutely wish to avoid, "Is there a senior discount?" I would rather pay the regular price and not be viewed as an elderly woman, for people start to treat you differently, as though you are right at death's... Continue Reading →