It’s pretty amazing to be an educator and to those of you reading this who have spent the last weeks getting prepared for the myriad of minds returning to their seats, I muse joyfully you will have the endurance and vitality to not only survive this year, but to thrive.
Aunt Mary laughed and had brown eyes the size of saucers that were occasionally enhanced by a scotch or two or three or four.
When I visit my friend, Anne in Newbury, Massachusetts, I like to keep things simple: no great fanfare, no complicated plans, no agenda that requires reservations or a parking slip
Today I muse joyfully on the mural in progress on the wall of the Salvation Army in Rochester.
Today I muse joyfully on an organized closet. I threw out and sorted, I tossed and I donated.
I keep a bathing suit and towel in the back of my car for swimming emergencies, have been known to change behind a tree and jump in too cool off when the air conditioning is just not enough or simply does not work in my 2004 Passat wagon.
Every once in a while, a lesson, a class, a moment goes so beautifully, my wish is to recreate, to have a re-do, to plan an encor
And I got to thinking – wouldn’t it be wonderful if some other things came like summer ice cream cones? Like giving to InDepthNH.org.
Today I muse on what works, on what stays, on what brings joy. And that, my friends, are my window boxes filled with impatiens.
I tear up from start to finish and muse joyfully when I think of the celebration of time, effort, joy.