MERMAIDS SINGING UNDER THE MOONS
Out of breathe, when I walk my granddaughter back,
She races fast; I can’t keep up her pace, my joints crack. 93 more words
Living life is a reality, an experiential subjective one.
I suffer seeing the weak, vulnerable, disadvantaged and powerless people who just want to make a genuine effort to survive and get ahead in life being exploited and denigrated without adequate support and understanding. 430 more words
I teach for a living. I’ve been at it for twenty years. I love it. I have an unusual special education class. I know I am fortunate. 1,050 more words
First of all, I am a teacher. I am very good at what I do because, so far, I have the freedom to teach according to my gifts of understanding, connecting, guiding, helping kids to see their gifts and enlightening, encouraging and empowering them to become the “real” them instead of a merely cloned worker of whatever anyone else may want them to become. 765 more words