Paris

There are days when I firmly believe that the world would greatly benefit from the aerial spraying of Prozac. This is one of those days. Why can’t we all just choose to get along? I came home in a relatively good mood. Not being one whose panties get bunched by a lack of pagan winter … More Paris

Early Winter Blues

First quarter grades are done, two days of “staff development” are finished, we had a hard rain and the roof didn’t again leak in the library, and I think the school may have finally turned on the heat for the winter. A student I knew as a kindergartner walked into my office as a senior … More Early Winter Blues