These are my small things that count. The earth slowly begins the warming process to encourage plants. One day it might be warm and sunny, but overnight winds bring snow to blanket the earth. Clocks spring forward an hour. An hour lost takes its toll on a body. I mentioned to my hus.

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Be joyful because it is humanly possible. Before going into labor for the first time, I think.

Saturday morning I got up bright and early. Jetted out about 7, braving the brisk March winds to check in as a volunteer for a local charity run. Bundled and layered, I pulled away from my house and began rollin down the street. What was said from couch to Bed.

An ode to my Grandma Betty. Growing up in Saugatuck during the summers was always exciting. Located in Fennville, right next to Saugatu.

I was trying to create a piece about my brother.

A month and a day. First you count the hours. Then the realization that its a day. Each milestone with a flurry of messages. Shared moments from 800 miles away. With the ones who share the pain. Each day is not better but its less worse. But then a month and a day. And it feels like day one.

A Taste of Bahamian Culture. Beaching life in beautiful Bahamas. A Taste of Bahamian Culture.

A journal of Seth Thomas Schmitt-Hall. Today, March 22nd, 2015 is the one year anniversary of the death of my father, Tim Stewart Hall. And thats All I have to say about that.

Teachers College Reading August 2014 Day 1. When students work, do they know what they work towards? Do they know the next goal in their journey as a reader, as a writer? Mastery or growth, there is only work. How many of our teachers? Do we as teachers understand that t.