Tag: June

  • Skillz

    My current position in my job allows me to stay out of the classroom for the most part. I still teach a few regular private lessons for our clients, but most of the time I pass on classroom teaching gigs. One of the reasons is that teaching to our clients can require us/me to travel…

  • Graduations

    β€˜Tis the season of celebrations πŸŽ‰. Back in my day (yep, old people saying…), graduations were for major achievements like finishing high school or the amazing feat of university. These were not necessarily benchmarks that everyone would achieve; thus, warranting a celebration. Nowadays, I see posts for graduations from kindergarten and every minor achievement reached.…

  • Maintaining the habit…

    Work has been busy this week, and so the evenings, when I usually write something here from my phone, have been more about relaxing or doing things other than writing. However, I do not want to get out of the habit of posting, so today I shall ramble a bit rather than write with focus.…

  • Using my own words…

    I am a cynic. It’s true. You might be surprised by that if you don’t know me very well. If you do, then you’re probably sarcastically saying ‘no way?!’. πŸ˜› (I hope so, anyway!) While I was always in awe of former teachers and professors who could quote Shakespeare or the poetic words of the…

  • How long would you search for me?

    My obsession with true crime podcasts and (audio)books can sometimes necessitate a bit of a step back to process the dark issues that can come up from listening to these kinds of stories. Inevitably, one part of these stories is the search for the victims. In some cases, they are rarely or never really missed…

  • Wordsmithing: β€˜there’

    One of the problems with communication is using the most accurate wording to express our ideas and thoughts. As a child, I learned how to record conversations in my head when someone was arguing with or mad at me so that I could pick it apart later to replay what I would or should have…

  • Whispers

    I’m sitting waiting on a stranger’s back deck listening to the beautiful sounds of nature. The birds are singing to one another and the trees are whispering their secrets spreading from one leaf to another like ripples that turn into waves that crash up on the beach. I’m reminded of this book I read late…

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