Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
She's playing with me. Summer. I think she's in cahoots with Autumn. I thought she was gone and took those gorgeous...double digits with her, but no. She's been showing up, confusing me with a cold shoulder in the morning and warm hugs in the afternoon. I know how this works. I'll fall into her again... Continue Reading →
Puns The title of this blog post is a shameless pun and it is so very intended because life is about having fun with the little things...annnnnd the big things....annnnnd everything in between. I accept that you may have rolled your eyes. You may have chuckled. I hope that you can forgive me and continue... Continue Reading →
To all immigrants, newcomers, refugees, or anyone who has discovered what it is to love more than one place, this one's for you. This year's holiday observations feel a bit deeper. I just took it all in because I became amazingly aware of what a gift it was to even be on a holiday after... Continue Reading →
It's summertime! As a teacher, my life runs on cycles. Fall---start of school. Winter break. Semester change. Spring break. SUMMER! I look forward to each stage as they all move me forward. And well, truth be told, I don't know anything different as I've been in the cycle of education since I was five, which... Continue Reading →
Thank you for each of the 94 days that have passed since June 20 where I chased the sun, consciously and unconsciously. I spent that first day of summer, the longest day of the year, the day with the most light---I spent that day chasing the light. I drove west with Ashlee following the sun.... Continue Reading →
Comparison is the thief of joy.President Theodore Roosevelt At the beginning of summer I vocalized missing Greece and my friend Crystal asked “Are you going to compare everything to Greece?” The question was direct and pointed—and it was a good one. Was I? I have spent every summer for over fifteen years in Greece. I... Continue Reading →
Traveling: it leaves you speechless and then turns you into a storyteller. Ibn Battuta Not Greece Every summer for the last fifteen years I travel to Greece. It's the Motherland and I go for a few reasons. It's hot and beautiful. I'm guaranteed sunshine every day. My extended family is there. Friends say I'm so... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 