All, Hello, my name was Original Writing. To achieve a more personal connection, you may refer to me as OW. You started a darling relationship with me as a child.  You scribbled letters and eventually your own name.  The crayon became the pencil, then the pen, and eventually the keyboard.   At first, the keyboard and…

“This Grain of Sand is Too Heavy” by Mary Van Milligen The hourglass drips to the base. It doesn’t stop. Flows every hour. Soft, steady sand, unyielding pace Flashing seconds, endless power Ticking, clicking, from noon to night The ship has sailed, third times a charm Vanishing minutes from our sight Time’s running out, ring…

*power of #mindset poem Pawn to Dawn Not sure a resolution  delivers relief, solution  to capturing confusion taking hold of thoughts in my mind. Not sure the words I  say  can push the doubt away  to seek a brighter day with all this dread, decay  in my mind. Not sure ticking time truly heals as this…

Turning off my educator brain enough this summer to install the required maintenance needed for the next year.  Sometimes, that malfunctions, and I saturate myself in my ongoing reflection journey.  Inspired by some recent conversations with some colleagues, I must express my perpetual need to relay the importance of building a community in a classroom.…