So as I embark on this next trip around the sun, may the rays of time and space and inspiration shower me with the wisdom to produce blossoms of reflection adorned with vibrant colors of life experiences that connect all of us and challenge us to escape our comfort zones in order to grow wildly into the magnificent humans that God created us to be.
It was a week that began with a full moon and ended with Friday the 13th. The week before, our school secretary joked that we all needed to prepare for a doozy of a week. Little did we know it would literally be the last week of traditional school.
For many teachers and students, last week served as the most unusual and uncertain spring break in history. As a teacher and communications director for our school, I teach five classes and handle the school’s publications and social media. I spent my spring break walking my dog, doing spring cleaning, spending quality time with family […]
A video letter to the Class of 2020 by Central High School senior, Molly Jane St.Clair
Taking one for the team may mean foregoing the rest of their senior year–from sports to prom and even graduation
by Angela M. Drennan St.Clair Earlier this week, I signed the closing papers on the majority of Daddy’s land, and thinking about it takes my breath away a bit, but as I walked up the lane on Tuesday, I stopped to take a picture of the hillside, and my phone read 4:53–Daddy’s number 53 that […]
Last November, I participated in my first ever podcast. I was excited and nervous and truly did not know what to expect. Will they only ask me questions about being a journalism teacher? What if they ask questions I don’t know the answers to? Will anyone really listen to this podcast? As I waited in the hallway, I said a prayer.
written April 30, 2018 Today, I listed The Land Daddy’s Land and I cried and I prayed and I surrendered Today, my brother drove The Truck the ’53 Chevy, their truck His and Daddy’s and I cried and I prayed and I surrendered Today, I asked my Brother “am doing the right thing?” “I’m sorry […]
When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life.
As I sit at my kitchen table this morning, I become lost in snowflakes and the beautiful, bright cardinals making their way to the bird feeder on the deck. The setting befalls peace, and this time of year especially, we all need an extra helping of peace. As we celebrate Christ’s birthday and welcome another new […]
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