Packing Up For The Last Time. I dig slowly through the book bins, checking for beloved texts. Sometimes flipping through, sometimes putting them in my box, most times returning them to the bin. As the books tilt forward I see a sea of my name scrawled on the top of so many of them. The boxes I pack are few. What good will these items be in a basement? I hope you had the time of your life. Gigi was playing with her baby.

Supporting Instructional Coaches, One Letter at a Time. Slice of Life March Challenge. Birthdays on Passover are not fair. Flight to Florida booked, total win. Soccer season starting, craziness will begin.

Learning, Love, and Literature. I seriously loathe running on a treadmill, but every time I choose a long race to run, I have to train during the winter. Since my town is terrible at plowing its main roads, let alone its sidewalks, I have to run inside, either on the small track at my gym or on the dreaded treadmill. The sounds of passing cars, rustling tree branches, or fresh leaves mask my gasping breaths. The sights of dog .

My adventures into the mysterious and confusing world of genealogy. I even ordered a couple microfilm rolls from them that had quite a few references of these early Villhauers. It was amazing looking at these old church records of these members of my family! A marriage record for Johann Micheal Villh.