Teaching has ALWAYS been my passion. As early as eight years old, my career path was solidly paved towards teaching. If I learned something, I believed everyone around me wanted – or needed – to know it, too! Lucky for … Continue reading
Another team effort…RL illustrated the leaf, I wrote something to go with it, and SW scribed it on beautifully. Candles burn. Light his way home. Father, brother, son, uncle, friend. Telegraph comes. Life extinguished. Candles burn. His memory and sacrifice … Continue reading
The true colours of nature surround me. Yellow, red, green, brown. But not as you know it most days. Not Crayola sunshine yellow. Brick red. Brilliant green. Rich brown. Subdued. Subtle. Wheat yellow. Cow brown in the distance. Wild autumn … Continue reading
No, this post title does not come with a zillion exclamation marks of excitement or fanfare of its impending arrival. Just not that kind of a post. I planned on writing a post for this day – not holiday … Continue reading
“It is perfectly okay to write garbage— as long as you edit brilliantly.” ~ ~ C. J. Cherryh This afternoon I took myself out on a date to Coles and treated myself to these gems: I didn’t really make any … Continue reading
A small conversation this afternoon inspired me to want to write something…only my congested head and face felt that was a bit ambitious. So I pulled out a box of old writing and took the easy way out – type something … Continue reading
February 2000 Grade 12 Allow me to introduce a journal entry I was required to complete in Grade 12 English. I begrudged many of our journal assignments, but did manage to enjoy the “Life is…” metaphor assignment. I even somewhat … Continue reading
At 9:40 am in November of 2005 I “word vomited” (as Veronica Roth recommends as a way to start writing) in reaction to one line of a poem I read. “I believe the world is beautiful” is part of a … Continue reading
“I was reading the dictionary, I thought it was a poem about everything.” ~ Steven Wright I never “got” poetry throughout my elementary and high school years – most of the time, I still don’t. But somehow, Mrs. Samaddar did something … Continue reading
What a most wonderful thing – I was an inspirational speaker for the day! Or at least a moment. I read a journal entry by a student. He wrote four pages of a book over the holidays, “but it wasn’t a real … Continue reading
Because not everyone in Calgary is a Cowboy
The art of making a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
Crazy is relative. Just ask my relatives. And music!
