The seconds tick by,
Students exhale,
A bell finally rings
and the doors fly open
as the flow of students
pulses through the front doors,
like salmon moving
toward the comfort of a
quiet resting pool.
The seconds tick by,
Students exhale,
A bell finally rings
and the doors fly open
as the flow of students
pulses through the front doors,
like salmon moving
toward the comfort of a
quiet resting pool.
Reflecting. Discovering. Learning.
a spark to linger along the way
making mistakes in plain site
Words are Gifts
Parenting our progeny from an 80s perspective.
My Reflections and Expressions
Reflections and poems about life on the bayou
Lines on Living & Learning
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"Refirement" - teaching and learning
Thoughts of a 30-something year old
"I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give." ~Jimmy Santiago Baca
A meeting place for a world of reflective writers.
Writing from home, school and travel
Thoughts on life
Art History, Reframed.
a place for Middle Grade book-lovers to share and connect
Reflections on Life and Learning from a Retired Teacher
Writing in the month of March
Ideas change everything
I do stuff
Move the writing. Move the writer.
short fiction writer * writing teacher
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