If you are reading this post, it is not what you think it’s about if you just read the title. I woke up this morning feeling that I was being dragged down….down into a black hole. Although I’ve spun around the edge of this hole before, very often around holiday time, I don’t think I’ve…
Next to me on the chair the pillow states, Refuge Cabin Sweet Cabin Says the same as Home Sweet Home There’s no place like it. Luckily, we can reach our cabin with an easy three hour drive. With COVID-19 numbers vastly increasing our state (Wisconsin), we are now making the trip without any stops. We…
This year I set a reading goal for myself. In the past, although I love to read, I’d only enjoy three to five books per calendar year. It’s not that I don’t love to read, it’s just that I mostly do it at night when I am already tired. Thus, it takes me a while…
It’s November 2020, four days after a Presidential election in the United States. We were informed today that we have a new President. The wait is over. Now, the work begins. Work that includes all of us. If you are gloating, stop! If you are grieving, stop! If you think you are better than other…
What happens when leaders don’t listen? Unfortunately, I know. Frustration results. Restlessness results. Even anger can result. Resentment can fester. Emotions can run high. Communications falter as concerns seem to fall on deaf ears. Essentially, you put your organization at risk for loosing good people, people who cared enough to speak up, people who were…
Hidden There it was in a tree; As we passed by, we could see! A shape, not natural like bark or leaf or beak. Still, it chose us for whom to speak. What treasure will be found inside? Maybe none, but instead, garbage stuck in a place to hide. There it was in a tree!…
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Today, on Poetry Friday, I want to celebrate the poet Jack Prelutsky. I own several of his holiday poem books, gifted to me by my mom who used them for years in her third grade classroom. Subsequently, I used them for years for my third grade writer’s circle. Jack Jack Prelutsky is an American born…
Lately, my posts have been pretty light. I’ve been thinking about why that is. Most likely it’s because I need to organize these posts before I write them. I need to find the facts to support my case. I need to be firm in my opinions and back them up. And, I just have not…
This probably isn’t the post you think it is given the title, but I had to have a little fun! We had interesting Saturday and, subsequently, Monday mornings. It’s gotten cold here. Friday, I decided to turn the heat on. I never paid attention, but apparently the furnace did not fire up. Saturday morning, when…