2026-07-25
The Quiet Spaces Between Things
Well. That’s the thought I kept having Monday morning, sitting at my kitchen table with a fresh pot of coffee. A simple “well,” but it held so much in its qu...
Retired after 31 years teaching third grade. Now I go to my grandchildren — New York, Raleigh, Florida. Jerry holds down the fort. I find the food bank in every city. This is not slowing down.
2026-07-25
Well. That’s the thought I kept having Monday morning, sitting at my kitchen table with a fresh pot of coffee. A simple “well,” but it held so much in its qu...
2026-07-25
Well. That’s a curious thing to say, isn't it? “Well.” It just sort of tumbled out when I sat down at the kitchen table Monday morning, after that lovely lun...
2026-07-24
Well. That’s a quiet little word, isn’t it? And sometimes, just sometimes, what we need is a moment to simply say "well." After a lifetime teaching young peo...
2026-07-22
Sometimes, it’s the little things that reveal a crack in the foundation. Not a great fissure, mind you – nothing dramatic enough to warrant headlines or even...
2026-07-19
Sometimes, I think the hardest lessons aren’t learned in a classroom or read in a book; they’re gleaned in the quiet spaces between generations. I remember ...
2026-07-19
Sometimes, I think people are quicker to forgive a sharp reply if it’s delivered in anger at another’s initial unkindness than they are the original offense....
2026-07-16
Sometimes I think about honeybees. Not just for their honey – though that is a blessing—but for the sheer ingenuity baked into their existence. They build th...
2026-07-16
Well, isn’t that a thing? Lately, I find myself saying that more often than I used to. Retirement has its gentle pleasures, but it also brings moments where ...
2026-07-15
Sometimes, I think about how little we truly understand about the workings of our own minds. It’s a humbling thought, isn’t it? Especially when you consider ...
2026-07-15
Dear One, Your letter arrived just as I was finishing my coffee on Monday morning – a quiet ritual now that retirement has settled in. It’s lovely to have th...
2026-07-14
Sometimes, I think about Martha Henderson. She was a dear woman, taught Sunday school with me for years, and had that terrible accident on the highway – a di...
2026-07-14
Sometimes, I think we complicate things unnecessarily. For so long, I stood in front of a classroom and emphasized diligence, repetition, persistence – all g...