Monthly Archives: December 2019
Best line: “A guest house, on a teacher’s salary?”
Silent night, hole punch night,
Teachers quake at the sight
So the first counselor who saved me was the one I love most, the one who sometimes knows me better than I know myself.
That’s, I think, the hardest part of this story—it’s nobody’s fault.
It’s like—gasp—a song can be both well thought out and an Oscar-baiting money-grab.
You know what a town car is. You’ve never watched a game on a screen smaller than 52″. You owe a debt to Henrik Lundqvist. You remember the 1994 Stanley Cup, even if you weren’t alive.
Today I smell dead quail and gunpowder. Today I taste sweat. Good things, and my attention comes on its own.
11. Check your library account again and realize that your book is in transit, which means it is one step away from being in your grubby hands.
I cannot scramble past the darkness this year, so I am looking for signs of God’s presence in the darkness.
Among all of the challenges that I imagined were standing between me and a tree, allow me to share some of my favorites.
But the first time I stepped on the treadmill, I realized I don’t know how to run when I’m not moving myself forward.
What I mean is that we must be skeptical of solutions that simply throw money at complex issues.