Everyone Has a StoryEveryone Has a Story

Browsing through Barnes and Nobles’ biography shelves over the holiday weekend, I was awed by the array of stories, that between each spine held a life, or at least part of it. We read these biographies and memoirs for a

Cemetery’s ChristmasCemetery’s Christmas

Memorial Day is a cemetery’s Christmas with its festive décor and visits from family. It’s the one time of year when we openly pay tribute to the burial grounds of generations past. Every Memorial Day, I visit the cemetery in

The Summer of JulieThe Summer of Julie

George Constanza was on to something when he declared that his upcoming summer was the Summer of George. After being fired from the Yankees, he receives three months’ pay—kind of like how every summer is for me as a teacher.

The ParadoxThe Paradox

Driving home for my lunch break, I sat, stopped at the tedious red light, the one light we all suffer through on our route to and from work, the one that takes forever to turn green. I was in no

TimeTime

I have become keenly aware of time, mostly the lack of it. It’s our most valuable resource, yet we can never gain it back. Middle age has brought about this awareness, yet a continuous threat of cancer has started a

No, I Will Not Fill Out Your Survey So Stop Asking MeNo, I Will Not Fill Out Your Survey So Stop Asking Me

It happens multiple times a day: after a trip to Target, an oil change, buying ink at Office Depot, not to mention most Amazon purchases, my garbage collector, and the doctor’s office. Could I please answer a survey regarding my