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 wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful! I love to hear birds chatter and we’ve had a lot of cardinals and woodpeckers in our area lately. They are so fun to watch, especially now that the trees are bare we can easily see them.
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I love this picture poem! Birdsong does the same thing for me.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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