Along the coastal chaparral of the Guy Fleming Trail wildflowers are bursting forth thanks to the downpours we've seen this rainy season. If you can't drive out to the desert region this spring, get over to Torrey Pines State Reserve and enjoy the beauty before the heat returns and withers away these blooms. Thanks to my… Continue reading Wednesday’s Wildflowers- Torrey Pines State Reserve
I'm trying to come up with a new soup recipe for dinner tonight. Hopefully, this soup will be SO delicious, it will help be break my fried food (undeniably delicious) addiction. Yeah, I know this is asking a lot of a simple soup but Good Grief, I need some help! I consider it a monumental… Continue reading “I Need to Eat Better” Soup- Lentil, Spinach, and Roasted Butternut Squash Soup featuring Something from Nothing Vegetable Broth
Alternative titles for this post included the following: "How to Survive Teenagers in the House," "Keeping Your Sanity with Teens," "If you thought my nagging is annoying, kid, wait until you experience yo mama's supernagging!" and "Help Me, I Have a Teenaged Son." Honestly, I can't really use any of the above alternates because The… Continue reading More Branching Out with New To-Do Lists…
I started running for one reason only. Well, maybe two: second helpings of tacos and/or that extra glass of wine. Sidelined by two slight but nagging injuries and five pounds gained, I made this Farro Stuffed Tomato on Arugula with Black Beans and Feta to help steer my food-loving face toward better choices. Bit players on the… Continue reading Recipe: Farro Stuffed Tomato on Arugula with Black Beans and Feta
What are our priorities? As a nation, a parent, a member of any community, WHAT, in the name of all that is good and holy, ARE OUR PRIORITIES?
I am a teacher. I teach English at the high school of an independent district within Oklahoma City. I love my job. I love your kids. I call them my kids. I keep blankets in my room for when they’re cold. I feed them peanut butter crackers, beef jerky, or Pop Tarts when Michelle Obama’s school breakfast or lunch isn’t enough to fill their bellies. I comfort them when they cry and I praise them when they do well and always I try to make them believe that they are somebody with unlimited potential no matter what they go home to when they leave me.
What do they go home to? Sometimes when they get sick at school they can’t go home because you and the person you’re currently shacking up with are too stoned to figure out it’s your phone ringing. Sometimes they go home to parents who don’t…
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