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Last night, my son asked me about my resolutions for the new year. I told him that I don’t make any; resolutions typically don’t add up to much and I really don’t give them any thought. However, the last five… Continue Reading →
I’ll make it simple: Creo is the Latin word for creation; Everto is the Latin word for destruction. I use those words to describe what I once thought as the hero and villain in my life. Turns out, I was… Continue Reading →
I read an article in my hometown newspaper that said something about the mayoral candidates caring about education, even though they don’t have direct authority over the school district. The person who wrote the article made the comment as though… Continue Reading →
I’ve heard self-righteous sinners call depression a self-pity party. They congregate and pray and sing away their need to swim in gallons of jack Daniel’s: in words and in songs they congratulate themselves because in a blink of an eye… Continue Reading →
The wind was both cold and strong when I set out on my morning’s run. I never have a goal; I clear my head and let the rise and falls of the terrain guide my pace. Today though, I couldn’t… Continue Reading →
All members of an educational setting: student, teacher, principal, and parent, must all be working towards the same goal. If not, there is a pathological condition within the system. For example: If a principal’s main concern is with overall test… Continue Reading →
The other night at Wal-Mart, I was amazed by this little kid who talked hollered at his baby sister about being my way. He then turned to me and apologized, but with no hint of an accent. He was bilingual,… Continue Reading →
I looked out my hallway window and watched the sky turn bright rust. The thing inside of me, which I have come to understand as the Call to Aztlan, pulled me out of bed before the sun climbed into view:… Continue Reading →
One Saturday night, I found myself grabbing junk out of my closet and stuffing it into a large garbage bag. I was tossing out anything that was within reach of my pistonlike-moving arms. My runny nose signaled late fall, which… Continue Reading →
One Saturday night, I found myself grabbing junk out of my closet and stuffing it into a large garbage bag. I was tossing out anything that was within reach of my pistonlike-moving arms. My runny nose signaled late fall, which… Continue Reading →
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