Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
I'd rather fill a few short years with as many beautiful moments as I can, than live forever empty.William C Hannan When my friend Ashlee sent me a meme of the above quote and my reaction was one of super-duper excitement! Like air punching in celebration for no real reason---except that I totally agreed with... Continue Reading →
Two important questions to ask yourself:What do you do?Why do you do it?Micheal Jr.'s video Know Your Why is worth a watch. It came across my Facebook feed and I've looked at it several times. It was like a sermon of sorts to me and it's taken me a while to truly understand the totality... Continue Reading →
A student I taught was stabbed at a shopping centre a few years ago. He ran to tackle an individual who was attacking others in what was likely a gang initiation. In the process this young man was hurt. Fortunately his injuries were not fatal. He took some time off, healed up and came back... Continue Reading →
Dave and I meet every morning at 7:30. Our meetings last anywhere from five minutes to 30 minutes. Sometimes we build our story. Sometimes we talk business. Sometimes we simply check in. "You there? Yep. Meeting? Nope. Catch you tomorrow? Bye!" This is a different schedule than we've ever had. And, although I am not... Continue Reading →
Sometimes dialogues hit just right. They teach. They compliment the moment and open doors that were shut. They can be something more than the basic how are you's and I'm fine's. Recently I had a dialogue with a friend that left me with a wistfulness I hadn't felt in a while. Maybe it was the... Continue Reading →
*A little past the midpoint of January. So, before it's too late, if it's ever too late, here's a little reflection on the last 365 days. 2020. I don't even know. I don't even know. A shit show. A roller coaster. A tumultuous relationship where things were on again, off again. Codependent. A 12 step... Continue Reading →
As a teacher I often give assignments that come in the form of reflections about what was learned, read, experienced in class. I guess this is my homework for an end of the year post. I also think that these questions, after thoughtful moments, open paths to what is to come and what is desired... Continue Reading →
Routines. Traditions. Exercises. Commitment. These sweet concepts ground me---even the thought of them. They don't scare me or worry me about impending boredom. These words make me feel comfort. They have no bearing on my spontaneity. And I think I live a little better keeping them in mind. Below I have my second ever Christmas... Continue Reading →
My grocery store basket was looped on my arm like a big plastic purse. I walked up and down the aisles putting together the list of items I needed for supper and also what I may be needed for brunch the next morning. I only put the basket down once, in front of the condiments.... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting on my couch. It's evening. I'm under a big thick blanket with my lap top on my lap. The fire place is on. Today we had the first slushy, wet, cold snowfall of the season. The song Ola Dika Sou by Giannis Poulopoulos (1968) came on my streamed Greek radio. And everything stopped.... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 