For the past month, I have been consumed by poetry. Constantly, I am thinking about it, writing with words that rhyme or follow a cadence in my head. Poetry. The imaginative craft of writing where words create images and emotions and depth of life. And, while I am grateful, it has been such an odd…
Typically, November is not a favorite month. However, after a cool and mostly gray October, we’ve had a series of very beautiful days here in the upper mid-west. The sky has been clear and cloudless. The temperature has hovered around 70 degrees. It’s has felt so good to shed some of the layers that we…
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…
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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…
Throughout the pandemic, my insomnia has been practically non-existent. At first, I was surprised and not really sure why this was the case. Then, I realized that the pandemic is something that I cannot control or even try to control. I listened to the scientific experts and tried to do my best to follow their…
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…
It’s been a slow day. I’ve had no get up and go, no motivation, no energy. It happens. I did manage to do one load of laundry, pull some zinnias and petunias our of our garden beds that line the driveway. But, by the time I did that it was almost 3 p.m.. This morning,…