Half Full or Half Empty?

Half Full or Half Empty?

I looked at the glass and said, “This glass is totally full!” All my students were shocked by my answer. Instead of explaining my response, I went around the classroom again and asked each student if they considered my glass to be half empty, half full or totally full. None of the students could figure out why the glass was completely full to me, when it was clearly half filled with water.  Then we had a full discussion about perspective.

Teaching: The Cummings Center – Le Centre Cummings – WRITE ABOUT IT

Teaching:  The Cummings Center – Le Centre Cummings – WRITE ABOUT IT

SPRING REGISTRATION HAS SPRUNG!!! Get Your Creative Juices Flowing! Come take a creative writing course with me at The Cummings Center – Le Centre Cummings. Registration opens Monday, March 18th, 2019 – WRITE ABOUT IT – LIT 376. Wednesdays (6 Sessions) May 1 to June 6, 1:00 – 3:00 pm. Limited registration, so don’t wait! www.cummingscentre.org

Teaching: The Cummings Center – Le Centre Cummings – 1 DAY

Teaching:  The Cummings Center – Le Centre Cummings – 1 DAY

WRITER’S WORKSHOP BE INSPIRED TO WRITE YOUR FAMOUS QUOTES – LIT 300 “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” Come share a box of chocolates with us and share your favourite quotes. Chit chat, snack and write about your perspective. Tuesday April 30, 1 – 3 pm • 1 session. Registration opens Monday, March 18. Limited space so don’t wait.
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HERE IT IS!!!

HERE IT IS!!!


The official launch of my JDRF 2019 Fundraising Campaign. DOMI a Favour! MAX your donation to JDRF! This year Montreal Canadiens hockey player Max Domi and I are Teammates to Cure Diabetes! Together we will make Type One – Type None. Please consider making a donation to JDRF to further research into curing Diabetes. 

Waa Think I Love You

Waa Think I Love You

Yes, that was me, the David Cassidy singing gal skiing up and down tracks 2 and 6 with a smile on my face. But, I wasn’t alone. I was with so many other skiing enthusiasts, smiling and enjoying the gift of pristine fresh winter snow in February. This is love!  On the mountain I heard other statements I can better relate to such as, “Le meilleur jour pour skier. It doesn’t get better than this. El perfecto day. It’s a beauty out there; you’re gonna to love it!”

I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, Unnerstand!

I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, Unnerstand!

Here is my challenge for you this week before Valentine’s Day. Look beyond the conventional gifts to celebrate your love for someone. Buy a blank card or make a card. Write what you feel. What you really feel inside. Like, “I think about you all day long and then I have to work around that.” Or, “Ya know, you’re a pain in the ass, Butt I miss that when you’re not around.” Or, use the words from the title and print them on a cute t-shirt!

Experience

Experience

Next to me at the base of the hill was a much younger girl. She had music blaring in her ears as she ran on the tips of her toes. We both needed to stop at the base as there was a red stop light. Once the light turned green, it was as though we were racing to get to the top. She bolted out of the gate determined to beat me. I had the one thing she didn’t have, experience. Although, she had the one thing I didn’t have, youth.

Give an Egg, Get an Egg

Give an Egg, Get an Egg

At dinner that night, my father asked us what we were going to do to give back to the world. He stated that today was filled with blessings. So, what was our plan to give back? I wasn’t sure. I told him I was going to think about it. A few days passed and I thought about a way to give back. It was called, “Give an egg. Sell an egg.” I heard of kids doing this so I thought I would give it a try. This is how it works…

‘Tis The Season of Giving

‘Tis The Season of Giving

I am embarrassed to say that at this time I haven’t exercised in weeks!  Which answers the question, why do I feel like crap?  I am close to a month behind in my journal writing.  Oh, the thoughts I have wanted to put down on paper and didn’t have the time to.  When I get around to filling in those days, I am certain to have forgotten what I initially wanted to say.

Who Makes Your Rules?

Who Makes Your Rules?
My personal rules are meant to be broken.  I will live by the rules and laws of our land, but that’s where it ends.  Am I unruly?  Sometimes I am.  As long as I don’t hurt anyone or anything, I’m ok. I’m not a rule maker.  I’m more a rule questioner.  I wonder why people make up so many more rules which are self-imposed.
Why take the open box you are given and close it on so many sides?