Life lives me, especially these past few months of the year. I haven't been able to decide what adjective to place in front of "year": Eventful? No. Awful? No. Awesome? No.
It has been a Year.
Words resist staying on a page long enough to become complete stories.
Books, too soul and heart full to sit idly by, look ahead to my full attention, patiently waiting.
The two most recent white binders, Ways of Knowing 3 and 4, are queued up, no longer overshadowed by a looming course outline and inevitable ESL student papers!
Do the Work has been my mantra, present-perfectly.
No more fragmented