Tag: Truth
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A Simple Thank You.
Because who doesn’t want to feel appreciated? . . . I read Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project several years ago, during an extremely challenging year of teaching high school English. It was exactly what a burned-out, weary soul like me needed at the time. And, it’s pretty remarkable how many times I think of it;…
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Right in the Face.
Just gotta vent. . . . I like to think of myself as a fairly intelligent person. I read. I question. I have two advanced degrees. I am, in my heart of hearts, a teacher. So it pisses me off when I’m treated like a child. Like a nuisance. Like an insubordinate know-it-all, because I…
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500 and Counting, Yo.
Woah! Maybe Snap’s got something to say after all? (she shrugs and smiles) . . . Hey hey hey! I got notified by the WordPress fairies that I have over 500 followers! I feel like a cool kid! Like the belle of the ball! Like. . . the world is my friggin’ oyster, yo! (whispers:…
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Unless.
How absolutely lovely; how absolutely cruel. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and also ridiculously sunburn-prone. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for creative musings, book suggestions, and other general shenanigans.
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A Collection of Magical Moments.
Lady Snap appreciates the little things, yo. (And the not-so-little). A Good Day to you, my Dear Reader. And greetings from Snap and Sweet Husband’s Study, which is adorned with architect-like, chalkboard-drawing wallpaper. Pendleton comforter. Window admitting a delicious array of morning sun. I’ve got coffee breath, and chocolate donut taste on my tongue. The…
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Father John Misty.
SnapDragon gushes on her love for Father John Misty (and particularly, his album Pure Comedy.) Dude. Have you listened to Father John Misty? He’s my new favorite, yo. His voice is like butter. His lyrics are clever, profound, and at times, even whimsical. When I listen to his albums, I feel like I have known…
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The Company You Keep.
As I watched my infant son snooze away the afternoon, the old adage “You are the company you keep” popped in my head. I suppose his sweet, five-month-old face reminded me of how impressionable we all are. I also know I read or heard this somewhere: We become the five people who are closest to…