Leftovers. Extra-large sweatshirt. TV tray. Cross-legged on couch. Movie. That's my definition of a Friday night - at least this Friday night. Catching myself yawning during first period pledges and prayer this morning, I sought relief in the depths of two white styrofoam cups full of teacher sludge coffee. By fifth period, I was talking so... Continue Reading →
Lessons I’m learning about lattes, life, and love
Friday morning dawned bright and chilly in Denver, Colorado, today. Somehow, I managed in an uncharacteristic move to shut off my alarm and over sleep 45 minutes this morning. My down comforter formed such a warm cocoon . . . Ah, well, such is the excuse of every tired teacher about this time of year. In... Continue Reading →