When our pastor spoke on Sunday, I heard a voice within respond to her message saying “Now, I understand.
Shots ring loudly in the air. And yet, our leaders do not hear small victims shouting, scattering about. Falling everywhere as they bleed.
Education consumed a large part of my life. Though I am retired, memories surround me like a blanket that gives me comfort. Memories of my first year have lingered the longest. I guess firsts often do. I wasn’t a young first-year teacher. I waited for the realization that my children would someday find lives of their own. I feared that I would miss them so much that I might go crazy, therefore, I did the crazy thing first and became a teacher.