Day 65 Childhood is inherently magical. Using a stick to knock snow off a tree branch is magical. Watching icicles… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Five
Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Four
Day 64 I’ve been blessed to spend almost 20 years in a beautiful spot in the world called “Gila Valley.” … Read more Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Four
Teachers Are People, Too!
Hilarious, isn’t it? When kids see their teacher at the grocery store or the post office, they are so shocked. … Read more Teachers Are People, Too!
Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Three
Day 63 I happen to believe that our souls are timeless. So when we’re feeling stressed because we start to… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Three
Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Two
Day 62 Pull up a chair. Let’s talk about school teachers for a minute. Elementary school teachers. I’m surrounded by… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-Two
Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-One
Day 61 Brendon Burchard doesn’t bake. At least, I don’t think he does. And I doubt that if a kindly… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Sixty-One
Heart Hinge—Day Sixty
Wow! What a summer! If ever a poem were written called “Farewell to July,” I haven’t yet heard it. But… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Sixty
Heart Hinge—Day Fifty-Nine
Feeling sort of like a dandelion today. Not the yellow flower kind but the blow-away fragile kind. The school year… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Fifty-Nine
Heart Hinge—Day Fifty-Eight
Day 58 Maybe it’s because my daughters once lived in Boston. Maybe it’s because the year is young. All I… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Fifty-Eight
Heart Hinge—Day Fifty-Seven
Day 57 I love to bake. One Christmas I brought plates of cookies to some of my favorite co-workers at… Read more Heart Hinge—Day Fifty-Seven
