You ever realize you have someone you need to thank from a prior life, but you just don’t know how to do it? You know…
The heat of summer…
It’s like my brain has melted and can form no cogent thoughts to share.
“A person’s a person, no matter how small.” — Dr. Seuss, Horton Hears a Who
Mordecai told them…
So, I was struggling for a topic tonight. I’m a writer, but I have written so much because of my ed courses that I almost want to throw my laptop… and…
I’m sitting here, sipping that brew that we both loved, a little later than I ought, in a party atmosphere complete with noisemakers.
It was funny. Subconciously, I was holding mine like a cigarette. I missed you, and I remembered you.
Miss, miss, would you stay with us and teach here if you could?