Sharon LePage Plante, LDTechnologist The Southport School, Co-Author Using Technology to Engage Students with Learning Disabilities. Meeting the challenges for returning from an extended school break. Ginger vs Grammarly in Chrome.

The writing prompt today was to write something from the POV of the antagonist of a story. I have never really put my writing out in public like this. 8230;Oh man what a day! And what is up with the front office? .

Wishing it were words of wisdom. I did that once before too, but am not foolish enough to do it two years in a row. How parents that lose a child cope long-term.

Saturday, August 8, 2015.

Do you ever have those mornings where you wake from a dream, still half-asleep, remembering bits and pieces of the plot, trying to recapture the events before they fade away? Or maybe you wake with such clarity, a problem solved, a peace that suddenly washes over you like fresh water from a crystal-clear mountain stream. Both happened to me this week. Making plans for coming years, but cherishing the moments of. And laughing about the memories of. Follow the yellow brick road.

Thoughts on Life with a Pollyanna Perspective. But I am intrigued by complicated characters, those who appear to have it all together on the surface, but are brimming with chaos inside.

Of a teacher, a reader, a writer. Saturday, August 8, 2015. Extends an invitation to share and celebrate events, big or small, from our week. Today I celebrate the first day of school. There is nothing like the first day school the excitement AND all the chaos that accompanies it! Here they are together as 4th graders my how they have changed! It was also the first day of school for Megan, my daughter! Students and as always, may you find many celebrations along the way! After I taught.

By modern measures, yesterday would be deemed a failure. Rainy mornings are my favorite more so when I have nowhere to be. The kids long awake, my husband fully dressed for work, when finally he encouraged me out of my slumber. My eventual rising was a purposed task to make lunch and back. It was a glorious mess. And, it would be a failure, right? That I felt so good.