Back in the eighties when I was teaching fourth grade I had a principal I admired. Everyday she inspired me to be better than I was the day before. One afternoon I walked into her office to whine about something. She looked up, with her glasses perched on her nose, and placed her hand near . . . → Read More: What Do I Do Now?
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Today I went to the gym here in NY and then went to the corner coffee shop I always frequented after working out. I pulled in and it was no longer a coffee shop. It was a restaurant. I felt a moment of sadness that there wasn’t a cool corner coffee shop around here anymore. . . . → Read More: Uh oh…Number Three |
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