I remember the first time I became of aware of me. A sense of myself; separate and aware of my existence, within a group of others or a part of something else. I was in first grade. My teacher was Miss Hilda. She had red hair, fair skin. Her teeth were crooked. Two prominent front … Continue reading
I write these motivational posts as much for myself as for those who happen upon them and for the followers (thank you) that take the time out of their busy schedules to read, comment or “like” them. I began these motivational Monday posts three weeks ago. I think of Mondays as the start of a … Continue reading