Julia of all Trades Master of None

Being a teacher is hard. Every minute of every day you have to keep thirty people happy. Thirty people who are a group that you are not part...

I've just re-read and deleted my last two blogs. They just didn't sound like me.  It sounded like I don't like my job, that I ...

Yesterday, I posted a photo of a poem on Facebook. My grief hung out like freshly laundered underwear.  There for everyone to see but hoping...

Godwit day.  I'm not a bird expert.  I'm not an anything expert but birds are still following me around.  They are everywhere, jud...

It's been a while since I wrote a blog.  Sometimes my mind gets a bit clogged up with things that would be funny to write about but b...

In the good old days the sun shined all day, children played on railway tracks, parents told their kids to count the traffic or to catch but...

Today is Starling day. Starlings are noisy and can never agree whose turn it is to go on the bird feeder.  They square up to each other ...