The "Occupy the Manger" Protest

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Okay, this is absolutely fabulous. Normally around this time of year you hear about the Jews and the Muslims and the non-religious types complaining about Christmas decorations and the separation of church and state and all that good cheer. Now the Christmas lovers are complaining about...Christmas decorations? This takes it to a whole new level. Mind. Officially. Blown.

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The Power of Yet

Last week I attended a meeting where the presenter discussed the power of "yet"-- how someone can re-frame his/her thinking so as to have a growth mindset. For instance, instead of saying "I can't run a marathon," I should tell myself, "I can't run a marathon...yet." To be fair, I feel there's a fine line between self-confidence and false confidence; no matter how strongly I believe in myself, I'm not sure any amount of positive thinking will turn me into an Olympic gold medalist. However, my thoughts on the theory were tested just a few short hours later... I discovered that someone was making disparaging jokes at my expense about my weight. It's no secret that I have a love-hate relationship with my body; anyone who follows me on social media has seen my #runburstinrun journey. And it is indeed a journey -- I feel like I barely remember where I began, and there is no ending in sight. The source of the jokes claimed no harm was ...

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This past week I've been working with my students on writing revisions using the genre of flash fiction. Typically flash fiction is 1,000 words or less; for our purposes, we are sticking between 500 and 750. In order to model for my students I created a piece of my own, and I enjoyed reconnecting with my inner writer. One of my students, after hearing me read my first draft, asked me why I was a teacher instead of a writer #notsohumblebrag. Now that I've polished my story, I thought I'd share. It may still need a little work (I'm still not sure I'm happy with how I wrote the ending), but it sure was fun to create. Enjoy! The Golden Years “Mistakes are ok...but not here. You’re fired!” Fred started filling a cardboard box with his personal belongings from his locker. He wondered if they had a room of boxes somewhere, ready to hand out whenever someone was let go -- something that happened a lot. In his time at the company Fred only b...

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