There’s something to be said about putting yourself in another person’s shoes. Even if those shoes will never fit perfectly, and you struggle to stay upright because you could never fully understand the perspective, journey, or fortitude that led them through it. Enrique’s Journey: The Story of a...
Poetry offers a creative outlet for writers to explore their emotions, experiences, and dreams for the future. It offers extraordinary literary freedom. It can look and sound like anything the author wants—it could rhyme (or not), it could be a haiku with short and simple syllables, or it could be...
Something I think students with siblings might be able to relate to is competing with each other to please their parents or be the best. In some cases it’s all in good fun, but other times young teens might feel pressure to match their sibling’s grades, experiences, or behavior.
The best part of my job is the gift of diversity and the stories I get to prompt students to produce in a creative way through narratives, short stories, digital media, and art. As a teacher, it allows me to broaden my horizons and understand our world a little more.
There’s a trend on Twitter where users make a simple statement followed by the catch phrase “That’s it. That’s the tweet.”
Way back in the day, we had this thing called Must See TV. And one of the shows you had to “must-see” was Cheers. Set in a bar in Boston, the show operated around the premise that “sometimes you want to go where everyone knows your name.”
For some bizarre reason, I’ve recently gotten into the MTV show Catfish. Basically, it’s a documentary show where the hosts help people track down someone who they have met or fallen in love with online. The catch—they have never met in person (and many times, think that something seems fishy).
About three weeks ago, my Keurig died halfway through brewing my morning cup of This Is My Only Reason For Living. Weeping, lamenting, and the rending of stevia packets in protest did nothing to assuage the pain pulsating from the hole left in my soul at the death of my beloved morning companion.
For me, science fiction boils down to whether you’re a galaxy far, far away person or a space, the final frontier person.
From San Antonio, you take I-35 S until you hit Hwy. 90W just outside of the city limits. You’ll then hit Castroville, which everyone pronounces Casterville and drive a bit before getting to D’hanis. After D’hanis, you’ll pass through Sabinal, then Knippa, and about an hour and twenty minutes later...
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