John

John

There he was. I’d seen him more than once before. Sitting outside in his wheelchair, scruffy, stinky, and smoking a cigarette. But this time, I spoke to him instead of simply walking by. You see, as I entered the building code to access this nursing and rehab...
#NationalGrammarDay

#NationalGrammarDay

To say I love grammar is an understatement. I thrive on grammar! I love diagramming sentences, and teaching parts of speech thrills my soul. So yes, I’m one of “those” English teachers. The kind who insists upon a strong foundation of understanding...
Bad Art

Bad Art

It seems that the older I get, the more I want to try new things. And it’s rather scary. After all, my desire to draw and paint doesn’t magically grant me special artistic powers that haven’t yet appeared in the past fifty-two years of life. My wish...