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“To Our Children’s Children’s Children” is the title of an album by the Moody Blues that was released way back in 1969. At the time, the title was as meaningless to me as the idea inconceivable (no pun intended). But, … Continue reading
Maria Russell
He was born to a father who was just thirteen. Though she was terrified, she ran away from home in the middle of the night when she was only five years old because her mother and father fought a lot and she … Continue reading
I don’t take the time to read magazines very often, but when I do I read Men’s Journal. Unlike women’s magazines which seem too focused on the latest fashion, make-up and hairstyle trends–none of which I find interesting–most of the … Continue reading
Ken Burns is an American filmmaker whose work I deeply admire. His documentaries’ unique style captivates my attention, no matter what the subject, and believe me, that is very, very hard to do. I have had ADHD my whole life, … Continue reading
Being a writing tutor and a teacher of ESL (English as a Second Language) at a local community college makes my ears more fine-tuned than most. This is both a blessing and a curse: it’s a blessing because it helps me communicate to my students … Continue reading
Chris Kutcher’s–ahem, I mean Ashton Kutcher’s–recent acceptance speech at the Teen Choice Awards struck a chord with me, particularly when he said that ‘opportunity looks a lot like work.’ That caused me to reflect on the many jobs I’ve had in nearly … Continue reading
Filed under “What Is Happening to Our Educational System?” is this course description found in the fall semester catalog of Northern Virginia Community College. Really? Isn’t America dumbed down enough that a course on wedding planning needs to be … Continue reading
It is said that “time heals all wounds,” and I believe this to be true. Still, as the long month of August inches towards its final days, I tend to remember something that happened eight years ago, but is as clear as though it happened … Continue reading
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine living in Kentucky, but when Hurricane Katrina stole everything we owned in Bay Saint Louis, Mississippi, we had to go somewhere. Our daughter and son-in-law, both soldiers, were stationed at Fort Campbell, … Continue reading
The older I get, the more I embrace being from Missouri, the “Show Me” state–or maybe I’m just morphing into a female Andy Rooney. Either way, I sure am getting annoyed at the number of forwarded email messages in my in-box that are shotgunned to … Continue reading