Paper Bags

[gallery columns="2" size="full" ids="8356,8357"] I remember taking my Mom’s paper bag lunches to school. I got bottled milk for a penny and chocolate milk on Fridays for two cents. After lunch I would fold my bag all neat and unless it had mayo stains from my bologna sandwiches I would put it in the bag…

I am sitting here. Listening to the silence between the thunder and the lightning.  My dogs lay petrified and panting at my feet.  I have just finished turning in my last set of grades.  Teacher’s remorse settles round my shoulders, my heart, my soul.  A pall.  This is my last set of these useless evaluations. …

I am working on a playlist for the rest of my life. I am fond of saying that “X” marks the start, not the spot. I also love the expression, “Planning to start, not planning to finish.”  Retirement for me is not the end of something but the continuing beginning of every day I am…