It is that time again! After Halloween, the holidays seem to approach like a freight train. We see them chugging toward us and sometimes it feels as if we are
“Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet*, eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, who sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away.” Thank you, Miss Muffet’s
“Wild Turkey” What images do these words evoke for you? The first Thanksgiving? A snort of bourbon perhaps? During a recent jog in Cape Story, I was rounding the corner
What do you do with your dirty laundry? When I was a kid, we lived in a suburb of Detroit Michigan where a common household amenity was a laundry chute.
They say you teach what you need to learn. The school in which I found myself last week was just a teeny microcosm of life, yet it spoke volumes. I