After a wonderful evening with my writing group I walked through the gently falling rain to my car. It had been a good night of food, drink, laughter and writing- the kind of night that makes a lot of the tired of the work-week wash away.
Yes, I had proclaimed my own exhaustion before I got there. Five hours later I'm home and feeling rejuvenated and ready for a good nights sleep.
A Reflection on Eight Years of Slicing, Briefly - This was my eighth year slicing - and in reflection, it hasn't gotten any easier. But, it's not gotten harder, either. Just like our students, selecting ...
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