Old School

Something interesting happened this week. I ‘broke up’ with the computer. In class, I usually share examples of concepts from my trusty MacBook Pro. We listen to music and identify instruments using the projector, we read books and identify the essential messages within, we view chord tablatures, read lyrics and copy movements…. all while looking…… Continue reading Old School

the end

Everyday, I begin with the end in mind. Not the end of the day. Not the end of my life!! (GAK!) I begin with thinking about how to get students to reach the goals that I have set for them. I have been teaching for long enough that I have had a chance to reflect…… Continue reading the end


Envy tells you a lie. It keeps you from wanting to try. It will tease you a little, play you keen like a fiddle, and will keep you down low, not up high. Rivalry makes you cry. You’ll HATE, and you’ll never know why. It will come and will go and you’ll never quite know…… Continue reading discontent

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Peace is not wanting, not waiting. Peace is accepting. Peace is the ocean, lapping at the shore, heaving hypnotically; rhythmic and inconsistent. The sound of power… it somehow restores your spirited soul. Peace is your breath, slowly inhaling, …closing in exhale. Breaking the surface from underwater, Your warm vapors in the air when it’s cold.…… Continue reading #considerthis


Walking in solitary My heart in my ears, my feet cluh-clop. The sparrow sees me I


Green pond lying still. Alive, recluse and brimming.                  Memories are stocked.      this pond is in the backyard where I grew up. I am participating in the 15th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge by Two Writing Teachers. This is my first year of daily slicing during the month of March. Thanks for stopping by!


smiling eyes, touch, hug Shifting through the bliss and blight Give love everyday


“Show me how to do it?”, she said. I rushed to do it for her, so happy that I could. “Show me how to do it”, he said I did it,and it was done. “Show me how to do it?” I enjoyed doing it and being so helpful! “Show me how to do it?” …they…… Continue reading school


Gripping, clenching, taut zir senses declare nay! NO! so hard to relax.


My only aunt never married. That’s always the first thing I think of when I think of her. She’s still alive, mind you, so this is not written as an epitaph. Eileen Mc Nulty was born in the Bronx, N.Y. in 1939. When she speaks, she has a very thick, New York accent which I…… Continue reading Time.