We Are Not a Garbage Can
Hello! I think most of my middle and upper grade readers get their news from screens ranging from palm-sized to large size. Maybe some read the papers but I'm pretty sure they are not checking my blog. Still I write. And this particular entry is written for them. It may seem silly to write a blog no one may even read, but it's something I do— like waves at the ocean or the sun rising— doing what I do even when the tourists go home and the beach house is locked. I once saw a solitary rose bloom behind the shed. There's a lesson in that. Anywa y, it's November and a Presidential election year. When I was growing up, and even later when I was teaching, schools sometimes had mock elections. Most kids followed their family’s lead and voted the way the adults in the their lives voted. These days there’s so much division in our country that I’m not sure these mock elections even take place. Sadly, it’s sometimes dangerous to speak our minds. When I was a kid, I m...
