Real Life and Other Randomness

I am fascinated by human behavior. There's nothing I love to do more than just watch people and try to decide who they are by how they ...

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I had a dream of being a writer. I kept diaries and journals full of bad poetry. I relished essay te...

Sometimes writing is a celebration. The writer chooses a subject and holds it up to the light to inspect its beauty and paint it so with his...

I've always written.  When I was in the sixth grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Estlack, told me that I was a good writer.  I didn't b...

Yesterday wasn't such a great day in my classroom .  I've been teaching for a long time now, so I know some days will always be bett...

Last night, I dreamed about zombies. It was especially vivid because zombies (and zombie movies) give me the heebs. I also fully dislike ...

I love the written word. I collect words and phrases like some people collect coins - saving them, re-visiting them often, polishing them to...