And the 130 copies of James Bird's NO PLACE LIKE HOME are in My Possession. Now to Get Writing Tools & Notebooks into Schools

Oof. The trees want to start destroying my sinus system. I had a pretty decent day of productivity and then, while teaching, the first burst of Spring gunk seemed to get in my nostrils and forehead, causing me to want to lie down with a heated wash cloth to keep a migraine from coming on. Still, I was active in the morning, made it through classes, loved teaching the students I have the honor to work with, and came home to close my eyes and call it a day. 

I wish I had the answer to preventing the ugliness of a sinus system.

I am excited, however, to deliver to 8 schools and over 100 kids the materials to lead to the 2026 Writing Our Lives & Bravely Belonging - There's No Place Like Home workshops to keep Connecticut writers moving forward with their own education. I can never be prepared enough on how fast the time flies when things really get moving. 

On my own Homefront, mom is at home and the recovery is continuing. The little sister is holding down the fort and the older one is ready to return to all the greatness she does. We can only approach it all with patience, tenderness, love, and care.

And I have a hangnail. They bite, too. I need nu-skin. 

Today, without classes, I'm running around doing the errands it requires to finish the preparation work of school deliveries. Tonight, too, I have the honor of attending Temple Grandin at the Quick. 

Finally, another Tremfiya shot inserted. Stay away psoriasis. And this, my friends is a humpday post.