Marcia’s Law: Just Say No To Orange Juice
by: Marcia Prichason “I believe that more than ever before there are evil forces round about us” -Anita Bryant That summer was a sizzler. We had no air conditioning, and as […]
by: Marcia Prichason “I believe that more than ever before there are evil forces round about us” -Anita Bryant That summer was a sizzler. We had no air conditioning, and as […]
by: Marcia Prichason Dear Mitt, I confess. I’m a little confused about the Republican platform this election year. So, I’m hoping you can clear things up for me. Let me […]
by: Marcia Prichason It was 1982. The country was in a recession. Interest rates were soaring above 15%, and the State of Illinois began closing state facilities to conserve resources. […]
by: Marcia Prichason Fourth grade was tough for me. We had moved from New York to Illinois two years before, and by that time other kids realized that in September […]
by: Marcia Prichason “To thine own self be true” -William. Shakespeare During the course of my teaching career, I have saved a great deal of paraphernalia: notes from students, newspaper clippings, […]
by: Marcia Prichason Note: This is reposted with permission from The Qu, you can find the original here. “No one would be more zealous than myself to establish effectual barriers […]
by: Marcia Prichason Note: This was originally published at The Qu, view the original and other awesome content here. “To Be One With Each Other” What greater thing is there […]
by: Marcia Prichason This week’s issue of Newsweek contains a heartfelt article written by Sarah Palin. In this column, she discusses how her son, Trig, who was born with Down Syndrome, brightens […]
by: Marcia Prichason Newt (n.) – 1. Any of several brilliantly colored salamanders of the family Salamandridae, especially those of the genera Triturus and Notophthalmus, of North America, Europe, and […]
by: Marcia Prichason “Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? Sunrise, Sunset. Sunrise, Sunset. Seasons turn overnight to sunflowers, blossoming even as we gaze. […]