If I believe that we are all God's children, which almost every religion teaches its children, then how can I believe in any religion that says that those who don't call him daddy (or her mama, or them whatever, as you like) or who doesn't work in the family business are doomed ( Read more... )

The tone of the words makes my ears bleed. It is bitter. accusatory. The tone screams with "why haven't you already..." and "I can't believe you would..." though no such words are said. It drips disdain for the hearer. No one receiving these words could be a listener. These words would savage a listener. Tear them to shreds. This tone demands an ( Read more... )

I am taking a moment to reflect on the differences, both positive and negative, that have enlivened my learning this year...I stand awed by the grand canyon of experience that gapes between my current place and the location I work in leaves my students. I am still moderately terrible at talking to people, relatively horrible at inspiring people in ( Read more... )

I've decided to reflect here, for one, because even if my computer crashes, my thoughts will still be here, and for two, because I've yet to give up the hope that somewhere in the universe, someone reads such things and considers them gravely ( Read more... )

Waaaaaaaaaaaaa ( Read more... )

yesterday I had cause to truly consider the things that make me think /Holiday/ in December. This is the conclusion I reached:

Tinsel
Twinkly multi-colored lights

and potentially snow, or at least coldness.

What makes you feel like part of the season?

Happy Thanksgiving ( Read more... )

forcryingoutloud ( Read more... )

I'm such an unprofessional baby. I started crying at work today because everyone was talking about getting together with their family for christmas and I found out the other day that I don't get to go home...which sucks...but if i move back East next year, there's a good chance I'd get to see them all the time...

oh well.

life goes on.

Oh, I don’t just come to yoink your stuff,
I also steals your fishes
I like ya a lot
And I think you’re swell,
But them fishes is delicious

bad song in honor of a little girl from my storytime, who regularly demands "fishes, pink fishes"