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Why Bother To Blink? Summertime is a gift, the best present of all to public school teachers. During summer break, I linger longer over breakfast, ride my bike instead of commuting by car, leisurely read the books I want and commit to catching up on important things I know I really need to do for…

Why Bother Staying Put? Thirty years ago, when we first moved into our present home, if one were to describe my level of satisfaction with it, the word content would not have been used in the description. Instead, I hung on my husband’s words when he assured me, “We will live here for five years…

Why Bother Ordering Our Days? I grew up under the influence of two very different women: my mother and my grandmother.  My grandmother’s life, having the stronger pull, resulted in her life, instead of my mother’s, of becoming my model. My mother’s personality lent itself to more of a “fly by the seat of your…