L. D. Parker

This is the third part of a tale of education, the government, and rats…for the first and second parts, check the previous posts. “So You’re Lisa!” Harmless enough, right? Except I heard that phrase at least a dozen times yesterday afternoon. And it made me really uncomfortable – but I recognize my comfort level here isn’t really of any sort of importance. I was invited on a walk-through of the school that I’ve previously discussed yesterday. I’m pretty sure I was invited

This is the second part of a tale of education, the government, and rats…for the first and third parts, check the other posts. Seriously people…those of you who know me know that a spotlight is *not* my idea of a good time. In fact it’s generally my worst nightmare come true. I worked in the theater industry in college – on the stage crew. THAT’S my idea of fun – near the dramatic, creative, awesome people, but dressed all in black behind the scenes. So last Friday, I felt

This is the first part of a tale of education, the government, and rats…for the second and third parts, check the other posts. Bigboy and Hunchback. Two names I don’t think I’m going to forget anytime soon. Why? Because they are the names of the rats that are terrorizing, and on occasion attacking, the students and staff at Roosevelt Senior High School. Perhaps I should say “have been” simply because today happens to be the last day of school for this school year, so thei

Have you ever entered a spirited debate with someone—ok, an argument—and just left it unsatisfied because you think that person really didn’t understand where you were coming from? That if only they could see the common sense in the words you spoke, they would see the light and come over to the right way of thinking? Yeah…I think we all have. Here’s the problem: they’re thinking the same thing we are. Chances are we can’t both be right. This is a particularly treacherous g

“Into each life some rain must fall…” Wadsworth had that right. What he didn’t warn me was that my rain would not be water, but Crazy People. I believe that everyone has a certain number of Crazy People in their life. I seem to have a plethora of them in mine. Of course it does beg the age old question: Is it them or me? But that is a different Conversation for us to have. **DISCLAIMER**DISCLAIMER**DISCLAIMER** This little thought of mine is not a discussion about those