The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
next two weeks: prepare for taks, week after that: take a break
going forward: put joy back into learning
today we are spending 6 hours going through the Texas Pearson's Guides