Once I was…
Once I was a girl whose hair flapped back as I bounced on a chair, or so I’m told. Once I was a girl whose
Once I was a girl whose hair flapped back as I bounced on a chair, or so I’m told. Once I was a girl whose
I am a starfish staring upwards into the still hope of an endless sky, the starfish of a loved one stretched nearby. Hands lift me
We landed in Singapore eating skittles from a bag. One more leg to go before arrival in Oz. Planning our days, our tasty meals, our
When asked the question, ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ What do you see? You seek an answer but archaeologist, artist,
Thank you to Eloise for being our fabulous photographer for the day! I spent the journey in to meet the students for our trip between
“Don’t lower your expectations to meet your performance. Raise your level of performance to meet your expectations. Expect the best of yourself, and then do
I never loved poetry until I came to teach it. Before this point, I could endure some of it but it mostly bored me to