Sunday was the first day that I cried over the death of someone I didn't know. And by didn't know, I mean really didn't know--I don't follow basketball, I don't know any stats, and I don't know the ins and outs of his success story. In short, I didn't know much beyond his name. What... Continue Reading →
A Childless Parent: What Being a Teacher has Taught Me About Raising Kids
*This post was originally published on the Hilarious Humanitarian Blog as a guest post* As a single, nearly 30-year-old female, I am starting to feel the nudges at the back of my mind from Ye Olde Body Clock that plagues every woman who wants children at some point in their lives. As a single, nearly 30-year-old female who is also a middle/high school teacher, I am constantly... Continue Reading →