Monthly Archives: July 2014
A Cumbrian Adventure (Part Three)
This gallery contains 14 photos.
Originally posted on A Mixed Bag:
Some of these are from the car again, and the last ones are where they were looking for the footing across the squishy watery land. You have my daughter, and my newly married friends, Andrew and Becks.
Farewell to Teaching
Carol A. Hand
This post is a farewell to a vocation I have loved – teaching. I awoke this morning with a clear answer to a question I have been pondering for several weeks, “Should I resign from teaching, perhaps this time with no intention of ever returning?”
Yes, it’s time. Although I love working with students, the context of teaching at the post high school level has increasingly provided too little space for liberatory praxis.
Photo Credit: Graduate Celebration – 2009
It’s the structure of education, not the students, that has been the determining factor for my decision. During my brief time as an adjunct for a private college, I have witnessed the transformation of a program originally based on emphasizing critical thinking and experiential learning based on social justice to a “feeder” program preparing students for a clinical master’s degree. The transition didn’t occur over night, but…
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“Maleficent” …. a second view!!
Just about
What did the good Pharrel Williams say ?”Clap along if you know what happiness is toyou“, well I guess he has done a lot clapping this year considering the immense success of his worldwide hit ” Happy“, however, do you know what happiness is to you, or better when? Metaphorically speaking when is the most intense moment of bliss: when you cross the finish line or the moment just before, when you are overwhelmed by that powerful combination of excitement and pain, in short, when you are “just about”?
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Just about” would have been Keats‘s prompt answer. In his “Ode on a Grecian Urn”, the poet is charmed by ” the leaf fringed legend ” that “haunts” the shape of an urn and focuses on the images which are depicted on its frieze . He is attracted by one scene…
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It Was She
What do we Need? When do we Need it?
peace; peace; peace, peace, peace, peace, peace
Live in peace, live in love
Stop the wars, stop the fighting
One day this will all change
Treat people the same
Stop with the violence
Down with the hate
If we don’t stop the wars
People will die
Stop the war for the sake of people
Live in peace peace peace peace peace peace peace peace
—Hasnat Hussain




Black and white Monarch Butterflies
Expiration Date
This gallery contains 11 photos.
Originally posted on Chronic Conditions & Life Lessons:
From the moment we wail into this world there is an ‘expiration date’ atop our head. Perhaps it’s stamped invisibly to the bottom of our baby wrinkled feet. Exposed and bittersweet, this fact of life slapped me in the face yesterday, leaving a white fingered imprint across…
Expiration Date
This gallery contains 11 photos.
Originally posted on Chronic Conditions & Life Lessons:
From the moment we wail into this world there is an ‘expiration date’ atop our head. Perhaps it’s stamped invisibly to the bottom of our baby wrinkled feet. Exposed and bittersweet, this fact of life slapped me in the face yesterday, leaving a white fingered imprint across…
