Teachers are Artists
Sunday night instead of grading, unpacking, doing laundry, planning for the week, or working out, I sat down to watch The English Teacher. Surely it
November 4, 2013
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Sunday night instead of grading, unpacking, doing laundry, planning for the week, or working out, I sat down to watch The English Teacher. Surely it
Hash. The immaculate brunch plate: potatoes, onions, seasonings to your liking, veggies, meat, and eggs. Anytime I see hash on a brunch menu, I order
“The last thing you want to take home is regret, right?” Kim, my zip-lining tour guide said to me as she clipped me to the
I didn’t realize that I was lactose intolerant till my mid-twenties. I knew I didn’t like milk all my life, but thought is was a
I used to believe that luxury meant jaunting off to the Mediterranean for a month or sailing around the world for a year–something dramatic and
Expressing myself came very naturally, at a very young. In my eyes, everything I wrote was clear and glorious. Until I got to the Eight
Every August, I mourn the end of my freedom. Freedom to wake up late, to cook lunch and leisurely eat it while watching a rerun