He didn't know what it was that brought that dream on. It was so unlike all the others he had been having. Completely stripped of any hidden message, any symbology, his dream left no room for interpretation. It was as if he was right there once again, reliving all that he had known to really … Continue reading Narnia
I like looking out the window of the train. I don't do it very often, but when I do, I find myself freed from distractions and able to think. Perhaps the blur of the world outside is sight's equivalent to white noise, blocking out all else but what the mind might offer. That is where … Continue reading My Country’s Colours
"Remember Frank?" "Shorty? Frank Short?" I thumbed. "Yes." "Yes I do," I continued. "What about him?" "He passed away a couple of days ago. Heart attack." Another one, I thought. "How's Clem doing?" I asked. "Who?" "Denise. His wife. How is she?" "I don't know." "I'm going to call you." Frank had been a friend … Continue reading In memory of
Musings of an Educator 