Trashing today for a better tomorrow. When the Mirror Breaks vol. The Rise and Fall of Me. 6 Ready to Be a Writer? Writing 4.

We walked past cubicles, down the carpet, plush save for a slight indentation from the front desk to my office door. Many miles back and forth for me and the students.

What to do with retirement? Things you always wanted to say but were afraid. The Man left me on this earth alone almost two years ago. He lived to his 90th birthday on November 6, 2014 and he was gone by December 1st. It will take me awhile to tell all the stories we shared leading to that fateful day.

Hot Dead Guys and Hot Dead Chicks. The Infamous Fuck You Rants. Dressing room tragedies and other sad tales. The stories you are about to read have not been embellished in any way. They are all horrifyingly true. I know because they happened to me. These experiences have shaped and molded me, turning me into the cranky old broad I am today.

Pause at the commas, people. Back from the Dead in Corduroys. Crazy Things the Night Time Brings. Opinion and things I hate. Magic Mike, or no? Whatever 5 years ago. Dad, some more of you. Holy Crap an Award for Versatility Continued.

The sound of tranquility is so soft I can hear our dog snoring through her mid-morning nap from two rooms away, un-interrupted by squabbles over Barbie shoes. Pencils and binder set the tone for the entire school year.

Wednesday, March 02, 2016. What to do with nominee Trump. Wednesday, March 02, 2016. Is willing to speak t.

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