Abortion and Voting with a Human ConscienceI am disturbed by Obama's position concerning abortion. However, Obama and his position on abortion are not nearly as disturbing as some other sad facts that have recently come to light. Obama is just one man with no power other than the power we give to him.First, I would like to ad... More..
A Father's Lesson about GodHis voice did not frighten us,An angry hand he did not raise,We might glimpse a flare of temper,But were smothered in his praise.An open book, I knew him well,As a child and still today,His patient and empathic heartHis kind and loving way.He reveled in our joys,With burdened heart he shared each so... More..
Today is my 50th birthday. I don't have time to worry about my age. I will only celebrate the fact that I have made it this far. Part of this celebration includes a few written reflections about being fifty with teenagers at home. Maybe some of you can relate.First, I want to say that I feel no shock at the coming of this age... More..
The following is a poem I wrote for my third grade students to showcase their handwriting and present to their moms on Mother's Day. The first seven verses are to be completed in print, and the last five verses are to be completed in cursive. The children can mat the poem onto construction paper and decorate. Unfortunately, ... More..
The Saints in My ClassroomIt can be quite tricky,With personalities galore,But one thing's for certain,Teaching's never a bore.Monday or Friday,It matters not,Megan is smiling,And thrilled to be taught.There is little Ryan.With bucked teeth and braces,Heart as big as his grin,And the sweetest of faces.What's a teacher to do,W... More..
We live in a twisted and baffling world. I do not condone the actions of the man who recently made news, by taking the life of a late term abortion (Dr. Tiller). I am sure many share my opinion, but why these same people appear to have less trouble condoning a system which allows a doctor like Mr. Tiller to kill babies for... More..
The wooden tables, chairs, and flooring was perfect dcor for the little log cafe nestled in the mountains of Colorado. It was lunch time and travelers from different parts of the country begin to crowd into the little place. It didn't appear there was going to be a table large enough to fit our family of six. Much to our deli... More..
Winter's GreetingIt's three o'clock,The school bell rings,I bundle up tight,And gather my things.Frosty wind nips,At my small crumpled face,As I scramble toward home,At a furious pace.Inside the warmth,A warm fire's glow,Crackling flames flicker,To and Fro.Damp weight peeled,From my head to my feet.Numb toes scurry,Toward the... More..
The Organ Recital My sister and I would sit in Mrs. Stout's sunroom each waiting for our turn with butterflies in our stomachs. What lurked behind the sunroom other than the huge organ was anybody's guess. Through the door leading out of the sunroom was only blackness. Soon Mrs. Stout would emerge from the darkness to retriev... More..
"Worms"It was a hot sunny day in July and I was a restless child crammed inside the backseat of a stuffy car with my two brothers and my sister. The four of us tried hard not to get on each other's nerves by taking up any more space than was necessary, and we all anxiously awaited the moment when the motion would stop, and we... More..
Dina Mcnulty
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