Going back to work after a breakdown is the worst. Everyone cheers you on, and slaps you on the back, and says "I'm SO glad you're OK now....like you were cured of leprosy of something. They then begin walking around treating you like you were made of lace or china and keep you at arms... Continue Reading →
In 1967, Patrick McGoohan created one of the most controversial, cutting edge television shows ever to be broadcast. It not only featured technology that didn't exist at the time (science fiction, go figure right?) but also a compelling character and situation that, especially in these challenging times or chaos and control in the hands of... Continue Reading →
Good morning dear reader. The engine doth roar again, and the eyes doth pop wide open with ideas on new and interesting things I just have to write...and right now. I can see two things now very clearly; When you stop one habit, you pick up another that takes its place and that can, when... Continue Reading →
Good morning dear readers, As many of you know, I am currently dealing with struggles and challenges (as truly many of us are in these blighted times), with stress, anxiety, addiction, and panic. I'm a teacher. A teacher of students who have profound Special Needs. These students are loving and truly beautiful children who deserve... Continue Reading →
Each of us, in our time Find ourselves standing at the edge of a chasm— It beckons to us like a lover-- And we want to either be pulled back from it’s edge; Or pulled forward to it’s void To change life’s course is that chasm, In my life, it’s now do or die— I... Continue Reading →
Everyone I know, especially we who teach, know what Monday means. Monday is when the cogs starts turning.... It means, one more day of holding on and trying to stay upright with a smile stapled to your face and to march, as soldiers, to a classroom that has become a minefield It means, another 5... Continue Reading →
Another morning comes And I shift my thoughts to entering Into battle…into the scrape, The screaming, maddening, rage of chaos And it’s crushing me “Bless you for all you do” , they say… They have no idea what I do— They don’t know the draining, ceaseless torrent Of waiting for the next tantrum Or the... Continue Reading →
