Saturday, August 20, 2011

News is My Business in "Primera Hora"

Just great to see my favorite business daily for Puerto Rican busines being highlighted publicly!! Way to go Primera Hora... Perhaps someone could translate...so far this article is in Spanish, Cervantes' language of which I am very proud, but if we could get it translated in English it would be a gem...

So proud of my niece, Michelle Kantrow-Vazquez and her digital News is my Business.

Click here for the article

Click here for her website, New Is My Business, so you can see why she is being recognized...in fact she is in the running for a prestigious award and I hope this article seals it!

Possible Titles

Possible titles for my next blog entries---
Secrets of an Overstuffed Purse
Tales of a Beagle
A Beagle a Day keeps the Doctor Away
How to Unravel a Rug
Playing with Crochet Thread, not me the Dog
How to Talk Beagle
How to Wow a Middle Schooler
Connecting Around the World
Getting Serious About Teaching
When is There Time to Read?
Best Tea in Town is not Around
Why Write Poetry?
Is Living in a Recreational Vehicle a Real Possibility?
Mobile Rather than Stationary
When Will I write that Short Story?
A Push for Excellence
Time to Walk the Talk
Time to Walk the Dog

LoL! Some are serious some are not thank goodness!
Just some of the things I have been thinking about...


Friday, August 19, 2011

You Have My Permission

You have MY Permission

To be free

To be creative

To be positive

To love

And be loved

You have my permission

to travel

to laugh

to cry

to cry out

to call

to hang up

to cut the chains

to delete

to walk away

to say I’m sorry

to come together or to separate

to climb

to reach summits

to dream

to dream big

to take risks

to hope to wait to stand to persevere

to turn a deaf ear to the doubters, the haters

and not to hate, to forgive

I give you permission to forgive daily if necessary

I give you permission to live life fully

You have my permission and

My blessing, child


by egvazquez

Meet the Teacher

Met my students last night, a whole array of them...the ones with their parents, the ones with friends, the ones with aunts, uncles, tiny grandma, and pretty little nieces all dressed in pink, okay not the uncle!, but it was sweet, and the bold one braving the eighth grade classroom alone. They were all lovely and promising. Some were taller you could tell, others confident, some knew they were creative while others did not, one was texting while meeting me so I pretended I texted him back and made him laugh. We talked about technology, writing and meeting the standard and way beyond, reading our novels, working with new friends. Had to talk about The Summer Reading Assignment and let them know they had choices and still some time. Whew! Loved meeting them all.

There was a promise in their eyes and a promise in mine.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Dave Weber, Motivational Speaker

The power of our words...is the main message Dave Webber delivered yesterday as he spoke to a group of Orange County School Teachers at Rivers High School. Frankly, the whole auditorium should have been completely filled. We all could have used that shot in the arm. Mr. Weber is entertaining, humorous, and deep. He not only spoke to us about our relationships with our students but also with each other with touching stories that brought some of us to tears. One particular story had to do with his grandfather back in Cleveland. From the time his grandfather was little boy, he had to deliver newspapers. One day it was snowing fiercely and the little boy ran down the street throwing his newspapers left and right, in his hurry to get out of the blizzard and get his newspapers delivered to get home to drink some hot chocolate. It was mostly a hit and miss endeavor. The following week he was told to collect the money from the different people on his route. He got to this particular spooky house where an elderly Jewish lady by the name of Emma Goldstein lived. When she came to the door he was particularly frightened because she was totally hunched over, but to his relief she was nice. First she asked if he was a good Jewish boy and he said, "no" being a Methodist. But she said that didn't matter. "Oh you must be the new paper boy!"

"Yes, Ma'am" he replied. She went on to say how grateful and surprised she was to find her newspaper on her front porch that day of the terrible blizzard. She told him how proud she was of him and he sparkled in all her kind words. Whenever, he went past that house, he made sure her newspaper was on her porch every morning. This is what he called a Frog Kisser. You have to see him deliver his message to understand why or do you? Any way, the way he told the story, just moved me to tears. He reminded us of the power of our words. To think all of us are hearing about a little old lady that lived decades ago and still hearing her loving words echo in our present to teach us a lesson. That is real power.

Lord help us live up to the best in us. Lord help us live to the best in us.