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On Optimism:

 

As a cancer survivor, I can assure you that the only

thing that saved me was a small voice inside of me that

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red thread

Doris and Carl Malone sat at their usual table in The Forgotten Crumb enjoying the performances of slightly inebriated patrons searching for their fifteen minutes of fame at the karaoke microphone. The couple had met here nearly twenty-eight years before, fallen in love, and married on the very stage that was now a platform for a middle-aged woman trying her best to sound like Barbra Streisand. She was followed by a young construction worker channeling his inner Barry Manilow and then by an elderly couple singing “I Got You Babe,” expertly and comedically nailing the mannerisms of Sonny and Cher.

Doris relaxed, enjoying the music, but enjoying her time with the love of her life more so. When Carl impulsively rose and moved toward the stage though, she gasped and blushed. This was something she would never consider doing in public despite the fact that she was in front of a demanding crowd of third graders every Monday through Friday. Carl, on the other hand, had no inhibitions, and moved confidently toward the microphone.

With the first few notes of “Song Sung Blue,” Doris felt happy tears rolling down her cheeks. Our song, she mused. Better even than Neil Diamond himself.

“Song sung blue, weeping like a willow,
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow...”

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Santa's coming to Town! 

Naughty or nice?

I think he goofed on his list this year. I ended up on the naughty column, not sure I'll ever know why. Kept thinking there's a lesson in here somewhere. Haven't found it yet. But small miracles and twinkles, oh yes! Toss in some glitter and wrap paper, a blanket or two and I'm wrapped in kindness and love. I know I can overcome any obstacle, and this is a big one.

It's hard to say and harder to write, but I have cancer. This was a club I didn't want to join. I already lost my husband, brother, best friend, and my sister just finished treatment. Why me? Why now? Sometimes there are just no good answers.

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HOw did we get

Charlottesville

God Bless America, Land of Difference

Bigotry, hate, violence, is it possible to find common ground for real dialogue when the country feels like it has gone mad at the moment?

Violence did indeed break out at today’s White Nationalist Protest. Not surprising after the disgusting images I saw on Twitter last evening, late into the night, ahead of news media. It was inevitable. I followed Twitter threads until 2 a.m., in disbelief.

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dream

With hope in my heart and passion in my soul I am reposting last year's MLK inspired missive. This year, more important than ever, may we recognize Dr. King's aspirations and belief in the future success stories for all America's children. 

Tonight my heart is filled with joy. As we welcome the successes of the New Year, I have faith in the future of our public schools. This is the perfect time to celebrate!

Dr. Martin Luther King's birthday, January 15th is here. This date marks my 46th year as a teacher. It doesn't get better than that. And here I am, still teaching, now in a preschool, hopefully making a difference.

I was born on Dr. Martin Luther King's birthday. Perhaps that is why I have always had such a strong social conscience. I've been teaching reading nearly my whole life. When I was six, I was dragging neighborhood kids into my 'schoolroom'. Being a Principal was logical and a highlight of my career.

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