So today, I told my kiddos, my students, that they were my retirement plan. While they sat in class laughing over our metaphors and similes assignment, I explained that was secretly writing down all of the funny and sweet things they said in class, and that one day I was going to write a book about them, and it would be a best-seller that would help supplement my income when I retired. Continue reading “My Retirement Plan”
Month: February 2018
Warm & Fuzzy–Week Nine
Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of a just cause, the triumph of truth.–Menachem Begin
April Themes
Come join in the fun and share your family stories. Do not forget to add your story to the comments section. Continue reading “April Themes”
Buried Treasure
I slipped downstairs with a small shovel and started digging under the stairwell.
When I was a child, my childhood home was a three-story Victorian beauty nestled on an island in the San Francisco Bay. It was the perfect place for a child with an active imagination. The first level of the home housed two garages, a bar, a laundry room, a pottery room, and an extra room that we used as a playroom. Continue reading “Buried Treasure”
Devin and the Rubix Cube
For two days, I constantly repeated to the young boy, “Devin! Put away your Rubix cube and do your work!” Finally, in frustration, I took his cube and told him if he wanted it back. his father could pick it up for him after school. Continue reading “Devin and the Rubix Cube”
Romance –Middle School Style
Every year our school has held a dance on Valentine’s Day for our students. The week of the gala, romances have always sprung up as the big day approaches, and every year, teachers on the sixth-grade team begin a “verbal” pool about how many breakups will occur and how many hearts will be broken before the school dance actually takes place. Continue reading “Romance –Middle School Style”
A Cherished Heirloom–Week Eight
My favorite things often have a story behind them and are usually handmade or discovered at a flea market.–Amy Sedaris
Love’s Season
After leaving the taco stand at 12:15 in the morning, I found myself questioning my sanity. My part-time job drained me, especially knowing I’d have to face my daytime shift at 7:00 a.m. But the quiet walk home always helped. The stillness of the night cleared my head, letting me leave behind the chaos of the evening. Once home, a hot shower would soothe my thoughts, preparing me for a few precious hours of sleep.
But that night was different.
You caught me off guard, standing outside the door without your usual ride—just you. Instinctively, I scanned the street, half-expecting to see your car parked nearby. You noticed and smiled, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “Not tonight,” you said, your voice soft but filled with intent. “Tonight, I wanted to walk you home.”
In an instant, the exhaustion of the day melted away. When you reached for my hand, the chill in the fall air no longer mattered. There was a warmth that came with you, a quiet comfort that had grown over the past few months. Our easy flirting and shared moments had become a source of joy in my life, a spark in my otherwise monotonous days. Although we hadn’t known each other long, being with you felt familiar, like coming home.
We had talked about the future, about going to school together next year. You even considered switching universities just so we could stay close. Every step we took down Main Street in Canon City that night felt like a step toward something bigger—something ours.
As we walked and laughed, we came upon the middle school. Earlier in the day, someone had raked the fallen leaves into a massive, inviting pile. You gave me a playful grin, grabbed my hand, and we sprinted toward it like kids set loose on recess. We jumped into the middle, and the leaves exploded around us, raining down in a riot of red, gold, and orange.
Amid the laughter, you took my face gently in your hands and kissed me, slow and deliberate, as though time had stopped for just us. My heart raced as the kisses deepened, the crisp autumn air mingling with the warmth of your touch. We lay back in the pile of leaves, and you brushed a strand of hair from my face, smiling in that way you always did.
In that moment, looking into your eyes, I knew: I had fallen in love with you.
Though we didn’t find our “happily ever after,” I still think of you from time to time. Even after all these years, the memory of those precious days lingers. In my heart, I believe you smile when you stumble upon a pile of autumn leaves, just as I do—remembering a brown-eyed girl and a night when the world seemed to pause for us.
Although we did not find our happy ever after with one another, I still often think of you. And even after all these years, I have often wondered about those precious days. In my heart, I believe that you still smile and think of a brown-eyed girl in the fall when you stumble upon a mountain of autumn leaves.
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forever
acknowledge
love
laughter
life.
Enchanting
autumn ~
vibrant
earthy
salvation.
mnemonic – The Daily Prompt
The Sunshine Blogger Award
Yesterday after a long day at work, I found the most unexpected and amazing surprise waiting for me on my blog. A dear fellow blogger nominated me for The Sunshine Blogger Award! My Daisy Daze left me a sweet message to let me know about her kind-hearted nomination, and she delivered some encouraging words about my stories.
Please check out her site, My Daisy Daze, and read her creative thoughts on life and living, her crazy, fun-filled poetry, and her words of wisdom and inspiration that she shares with her friends and followers. Continue reading “The Sunshine Blogger Award”
Naughty Scrabble
He finally left the room while mumbling something about “we shouldn’t be left unsupervised.”










