Friday Musings: Flower Day and Migrant Worker Poetry

I had my coffee way early in the morning today and even picked two roses for my son’s teacher and aide because today is Bring Your Teacher a Flower Day or something. Then when we arrived at the school, I saw all the other kids holding store-bought bouquets and I remembered that that’s what weContinue reading “Friday Musings: Flower Day and Migrant Worker Poetry”