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TRICK OR TRUNK

" One day . . . or day one.” -- Anonymous Cherokee Month of the Green Corn Moon SEL:  #2 Social Awareness          #4 Relationship Skills        Digital Learner: #2 Global Collaborator       #3 Digital Citizen   My brother is involved with a group of tremendously creative people who figured out a way to celebrate holidays during Covid-19 restrictions. With permission, on a Sunday afternoon, in an empty parking lot, they parked their cars 12 feet apart, required masks, then opened their trunks, hatchbacks, and van doors. For Halloween, everything was sealed in plastic bags piled high on each side: Sweets or Sours. Children in wheelchairs, others with siblings and friends got to trick-or-trunk safely.   For Easter, many non-sugar treats and toys were again, present in the hatchbacks and side doors of vans. Those who wanted jelly beans and chocolate rabbits were not disappointe...

PAIN POCKETS

“One day . . . or day one.” -- Anonymous Cherokee Month of the End of Fruit Moon SEL:  #1 Self-Awareness          #3 Self-Management Digital Learner:  #3 Digital Citizen I was watching a medical series this summer and noticed pockets of tears and pain triggered by the emotions of the characters. I’d done my grief work after my husband died four years ago. My friend started a widow’s support group for me the year before his passing. We said goodbye 1,000 times in the years preceding his death. Nevertheless, other grief work was not done and it began to squirt out sideways. As I explored my triggers, I discovered I had not grieved my Auntie’s death (mother’s older sister) in February, at age 99, because my husband was on hospice and died the following July, of the same year. He passed on a Friday. On Monday, I made a routine transfer of the property title, in the event of my sudden death, for one acre of land on a river now wor...