handwritten on May 17, 2019
I'm old enough to have grown up with a love and admiration for Saddle Shoes. There is something about those shoes unlike any other. They aren't quite a sneaker or a slipper. They are more comfortable than a dress shoe. I remember having my own pair as a kid, and I remember feeling dapper but humbled, able to adventure but also have a soul with a shine.
While at a retirement party today, I had the opportunity to hold the tiniest little baby with his own little pair of saddle shoes and plaid pants, and I thought to myself watching this little face has to be the most miraculous moment in the world. Small humans are unbelievable beings. They offer so much hope in their peaceful faces, so much...
handwritten on May 16, 2019
As a teacher, we talk a lot about philosophy. The word whereby it means a system of thinking of knowledge of understanding in a particular sect about a particular subject or a smattering of sorts. And it's tough when your philosophy doesn't necessarily align with the currently philosophy that is being nudged upon you. A colleague of mind-a creative soul and myself have talked all year regarding the high-stakes testing atmosphere that has seemed to overtake our own philosophies. And truly, life is not life without a struggle at some point in your life where someone or something is challenging your philosophy-your way. And you are forced to make a choice. Will I continue? Or Will I flea or...
handwritten on May 15, 2019
Wanting to indulge in the blue skies and sunny weather a little longer, I decided to take a stroll with my husband down the block to enjoy our first ice cream cone of the Spring Season. Before the window opened to take our order, a chair caught my eye.
This chair was unusual admittingly because it reminded me of all the chairs I had ever sat in instantaneously. It reminded me of that chair I used to sit in at my dad's parents house in Queen's New York with the plastic covering and the fabric hidden from specs of dust and dirt. It reminded me of the older cherry-stained chairs at my parent's house that have collapsed or almost collapsed on a few guests through the years but have witheld...
handwritten on May 14, 2019
I have often been fascinated with this idea of gut feeling versus logical intuition versus listening to your heart, and I have found through my 26 years of experience that all three are truly one in the same. Because you cannot make a decision with just your brain without listening to the gut and the heart. If you do, that decision lacks passion. And whimsy. You cannot just listen to your gut because without your brain and your heart, you are making an impulsive decision that generally acts on selfishness rather than selflessness. And you cannot simply just rely on your heart. Because in my opinion, your heart is a combination of logic and gut feeling to create a whimsical decision that...
handwritten on May 12, 2019
I was drawn to the Google Doodle today created by the Google team of course. I found their animation to be quite enchanting but also such an accurate portrayal of what a mother's love actually entails. There were three versions of the google doodle, but I happened to be drawn to the left arrow. When you clicked on it, the colorful ducks began speeding up behind the mother duck who was leading and they all toppled into eachother when the Mother Duck came to a halt. Then the animation began again and the same thing occurred (this racing to follow the Mother Duck and then a bit of a tiny duck pile-up as they realized they were going too fast.) And I think there were a couple of lessons to be...
