How Are You Doing with Your ‘One Word’?

I wasn't "called" to be a teacher. I became a teacher, because at the time, it was the easiest thing for me to do. In high school, I had little idea of what I wanted to do with my life. At one point, I wanted to become a beautician. (Those of you who know me,…

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A Little Hindsight on this December Morning

As a teacher, there were more times than I care to admit that I felt I wasn't enough.  There were times I felt I wasn't making a difference.There were times I questioned why I was even teaching.There were times I just felt less than.You know—not as good as. Like I should be doing more. Like I should be…

To Teach, or Not to Teach?

You know those people who have ALWAYS known they wanted to be a teacher? Yeah...well...I'm not one of them. Oh, I'm not saying I didn't do my fair share of playing school when I was younger. My dolls Lolly, Pixie, and Annabelle frequently joined my stuffed teddy bear Teddy, and sock monkey Charlie, behind shoe…

I Guess There is Something to be Said For “Letting Go and Letting God”

I started writing this post over a week ago, as I sat on the only piece of furniture left in the living room. It was a rainy, gloomy day in Wisco. It was also the last day of summer break for all of my teacher friends. On the following Monday they would 'officially' return to…

Acknowledging the Importance of the Journey

Last week I had a luncheon date with a good friend of mine at a local coffee shop. I always look forward to meeting up with her, as she knows just what to say to make me think deeply...and sometimes, differently. And last week, that is just what I needed. (It would have been really…