We have a dead tree in the middle of our backyard, a crabapple, which has zero leaves on it and drops dead branches daily, as if someone were trimming her hair. Everyday. Stray branches pile

We have a dead tree in the middle of our backyard, a crabapple, which has zero leaves on it and drops dead branches daily, as if someone were trimming her hair. Everyday. Stray branches pile
This week brought the end of the school year, for myself as a teacher in 7th grade science, and for my own children. The weeks leading up to it have been full – baseball games,
The end of another school year is coming. Thank god. This year has been tough on us teachers, probably the kids too. Kids behaviors seem crazier than years past. The current 6th graders were 3rd
A friend and I talked about perspective a few weeks ago and then last week, I found myself assigning my photography students a project on perspective. The assignment was not intentionally driven by my previous
My friends, it has been too long. Technology is supposed to make our lives better and easier, right? Lately, well actually more like the last 10 years, I find technology and interacting with it exhausting
We have a mama white-tailed deer living in our back woods with her twins. Here they are, right as I walked outside to take their photo. To give you some perspective, the grass is about
Latin name = Troglodyte aedon Translation? Troglodyte = cave dweller, aedon = Nightingale…Nightingale cave dweller. Such a cool name. I wish the translation of my name was as awesome; my name literally translates to Crowned
I write, everyday, in my head. The writing is a constant conversation, lamenting on things I listen to on the radio, other’s words I read online, conversations from work, or conversations I had with my
“The walking of which I speak has nothing in it akin to taking exercise, as it is called, as the sick take medicine at stated hours …but it is itself the enterprise and adventure of
In winter, there is a time, specifically at sunrise, when the sun has not yet risen above the horizon, and it is as if the sun has arms, made of the most beautiful pinks and