I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasnāt your faultthis fury that overcame āWords evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didnāt mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name āour love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
One Woman's Quest II 
I love that last verse, that is how I feel, outside the lines suits me better.
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You do it well, too! Thanks.
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Thank you VJ
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I like this. Outside the lines…so much more interesting. Bending them when needed.
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Thanks – flexibility essential,
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Outside the lines is where our creativity comes from and yours is brilliant! ā¤
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Thank you! You always make my day.
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As you always make mine sharing your beautiful heart and photography in your posts! ā¤
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You have some absolutely marvelous lines. š š
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Ha ha – thanks.
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Outside the lines makes for interesting poetry!
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Absolutely!
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