I am a cloud along the sky blown by wind, i travel sprightly by. i see the kids having picnics with their parents far below. – Transient as morning dew dropped sometimes to earth– through glass i view a family… gathered at table. i wave by twinkling in the light. – And so like light, […]Read more "From Away"
Like gently playing chords first loud then…nonchalantly………soft; the secret siphoning of information from my mind to where my students sit and accidentally learn.Read more "The Art of Teaching"