Day 12. The Trees That Dropped the FruitTonight is open house. I look forward to meeting your parents and trying to determine where your eccentricities arose from. I'm always...
Day 11. Radio Silence.Today began the lonely descent into the silent lands of the before time. A time before instant communication. The children suffered...
Day 10. The Crisis."We don't develop courage by being happy every day. We develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity." Barbara De...
Day 9This morning I found myself at my desk earlier than usual. I made a cup of coffee. I did the Wordle, and of course Connections. I...
Day 8 Every dream evaporates upon waking and I am left with only mist that dissipates on the wings of the ceiling fan. U.S. History enjoyed a...
Day 7The nocturnal umbilical cord of sleep that ties me to the world of dreams was cut early this morning and I was birthed back into light. ...
Day 6 Sophomore Study Hall is still unaware of this blog. I do not link it to their Canvas pages and so the words typed here are like our own...
Day 5Today we discussed the possibilities of an SGA with no limits on power. All of their tiny squirrel hearts beating a passion as they plan...
Day 4Year thirty of my imprisonment and I am still no closer to escape. The voices of the children bleed together like a chorus of crickets,...
Day 3The children are revolting. Or they would be if given the chance. Today we wrote our own "Declaration of Independence" and I believe...