Braces. My daughter is getting them today on her teeth, but I wish I could put them on her soul.
I recently made a pilgrimage with my children to the place of little girls’ dreams, The American Girl Store. As we sat down to have lunch at the bistro, my 7-year-old, Avery, drew my attention to some cards on the table with questions to foster discussion.
“Alright,” I thought, and smiled. “This is my moment to practice what I preach and spend some quality time having a fun conversation with my kid.”
Since I began working as an English as a Second Language Teacher eight years ago, I continually get the question: “What other languages do you speak?”. This is a legitimate question that I enjoy responding to. I say “No, actually I don’t speak any other languages, my students do not need me to speak their native language.”
Take a few seconds to look at the palms of your hands.
You likely noticed one thing above all else: lines. Lots and lots of lines. Some deep, some traceable, some barely noticeable...these pathways serve as unique identifiers for every person. Known as palmar flexion creases, the lines on our palms are actually there so we can open, close, and stretch our hands. Indeed, we are wonderfully made.