Complex at times, foolish at others and sometimes naive occurrences in a town. Stories seen through the eyes of a child.
Is your family close? What's your relationship with your siblings like? In my family of origin, I've always been the outsider. I'm the oldest of three sisters and the one who no one "includes" anymore. And that is sad. It's hard to pinpoint exactly why this happened and when. But now that I'm an adult… Continue reading Siblings–A force of Nature
What this author so eloquently explains in her piece about learning a language, could be applied to every aspect of our lives. It resonates with me in many levels. Afterall, we are all learning to do LIFE.
Was there anything more uncomfortable than sitting in a classroom when you were 13?
Schoolroom chairs ready to be discarded. Photo Credit My heart goes out to some of my adult students… learning either English or Spanish.
I can see, no…I can feel, how uncomfortable they are, squeezing into those tiny chair/desk affairs that have been popular in schools in Spain for the last twenty years.
Teaching in private language academies in Spain, I have had to watch all stratas of society deal with the ‘classroom furniture ‘ provided by the Director of the School, who had never had to actually sit in this furniture herself for a whole hour, EVER!
Hybrid chair/desks Photo credit I have seen grown men with beer guts trying to manouevre themselves self-consciously into these contraptions. I had to look away.
I have seen pregnant women discreetly attempting not to harm their unborn…
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by Selma "Young lady-- obviously, you don't know who I am. I'm Mrs. Manzanilla from Refaccionaría Manzanilla," my mother announced in Spanish in a voice too loud for my liking. I wanted to run and hide. The way she said that, and the dignified way she looked when she said that made the poor cashier… Continue reading When the Chickens Come Home to Roost
Reblogging because Work, feelings/insights like the ones portrayed here need to be circulated again and again. The Author IS the right voice in the right time. This piece serves to reaffirm our faith (if ever we feel we’ve lost it) in our own humanity. I am glad I stumbled upon this one (via Cheri Lucas) I hope you find value in it as well. Selma
- I’ll tell you exactly how to get an A, but you’ll have a hard time hearing me.
- I could hardly hear my own professors when I was in college over the din and roar of my own fear.
- Those who aim for A’s don’t get as many A’s as those who abandon the quest for A’s and seek knowledge or at least curiosity.
- I had bookmarked a citation for that fact, and now I can’t find it anywhere.
- The only way to seek knowledge is to open your hands and let your opinions drop, but that requires even more fear.
- The goals and outcomes I am required to put on my syllabus make me depressed; they are the illusion of controlling what cannot be controlled.
- I end up changing everything halfway through the semester anyway because the plan on paper is never what the living class ends up being about.
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by Selma February and March had me busy working on this contest piece. I worked hard on it, submitted and Short Fiction Break Magazine published it. Yay! I didn't win the contest but certainly emerged a Winner in more ways than one. I invite you to Please read in its entirety. Thank you. And I'd… Continue reading Their Ears, Not Pierced
Here is a gem I picked up yesterday. I enjoyed this story tremendously. I really DIG this author. I bet you will too.
By Melissa Kandel
There was no way around it: Luna had lost the moon. The revelation was quick but biting and it happened last night around dusk. She had been sitting with her cat, Marama, on the hill overlooking a town fading to pale, evening blue and there assumed her usual moon-watching position: Luna tucked her legs behind her, adjusted her shoulders, craned her neck and looked up to the sky with the confidence of a professional used to this sort of thing.
Why wouldn’t she be confident? Luna had spent half her twenty-years-long life sitting on the hill, searching for a moon she was meant to watch. And on every night except the last one, she had found it. But yesterday, when Luna hunted the sky for that familiar celestial orb, she found nothing.
Luna wouldn’t have immediately thought this meant trouble, if not for Marama placing a paw…
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by Selma My last post was a clear indication of where I stood concerning WordPress at the moment. I haven't stopped looking for answers. As they say, every problem comes with its new set of solutions. And I might add, every New Day brings you new lessons to learn. Today, tenacity has landed me here.… Continue reading …WordPress HOW TO DO WORDPRESS
by Selma The sky's the limit, someone said, but then someone contradicted, the sky is not the limit. The sky is not the limit I say... and I add, one is never too old to learn how to touch the sky. HOW DO YOU GUYS DO IT? As you all know, I am a new… Continue reading HOW TO WORDPRESS SUPPORT
As children, we all had a third-eye. When and how do we lose that?
I felt as if I had secretly tagged along and then I found that I was really enjoying the bike ride alongside Tim. I loved it so much that I’ve decided to reblog. And the photography– oh the photography, excellent. I’ll let it rest in my site for a while. Hope you don’t mind Tim. Thank you. Selma.
Not far north of Seville, there is a track winding back through the northern slopes of Andalusia, through the Sierra Morena, a gorgeous corrugated mountain range covered in olive and oak trees under which graze pigs, sheep and goat. The track follows and old railway line built a century ago to service an iron mine at the end of the line. Mostly dead straight and mostly an easy incline, the Via Verde is the perfect way to see Andalusia by bike. I followed its twenty or so kilometres up and back to see what I could see.
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