Stories embedded into my heart are my favorites like. Although I came across this book in 2009, I still recall the richness of the words and the endurance of the character. Is a new books to add to this favorite list of powerful stories. I have read it five times trying to comb.

Sit at Typewriter, Open Vein. Starting off my day just right. How to learn, how to cave, how to heal. They could not break away from their old habits and silly pretenses. The pains did not sway them; they could not become themselves. They had not known that, to make wonderful, they must first have wonder.

Supporting Instructional Coaches, One Letter at a Time. Slice of Life March Challenge. Birthdays on Passover are not fair. Flight to Florida booked, total win. Soccer season starting, craziness will begin.

I am visiting my mom this week.

Not the first or the last time you will visit. Please go away and visit someone else. One thing about having a list is the sense of accomplishment as each item is checked off. As soon as I hit.

Learning, Love, and Literature. I seriously loathe running on a treadmill, but every time I choose a long race to run, I have to train during the winter. Since my town is terrible at plowing its main roads, let alone its sidewalks, I have to run inside, either on the small track at my gym or on the dreaded treadmill. The sounds of passing cars, rustling tree branches, or fresh leaves mask my gasping breaths. The sights of dog .

Black and White October Life. Black and white wonderings on how to stay relevant in a life that encompasses us completely. An existence filled with children and chores and choices we never thought we would have to make so soon. We are in charge of everything, insane as that seems; it is the truth. We answer to ourselves, we make the rules, we decide, we sacrifice, suck it up.

There is something about trekking and climbing mountains that I have always had trouble putting into words. It is hard to understand what there is to love about walking day in and day out, going up only to go down and going down only to go back up. Stopping to do the bare minimum to survive. What makes it worth the risk? Because there are plenty of risks. 8220;Pizza in the morning,.

I must write it all out, at any cost. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living. Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Slightly nodding in the breeze. Symbol of new life to come. Tuesday, March 5, 2013. As I look at some of the home si.