How I would Explain a Desire for a Career Change

Life has a way of getting in the way of good things.

Life took me down a road I never meant to travel. I saw some lovely things; I saw some ugly things, and each time I tried to turn the wheel to steer off that road, the wheels would catch and stutter and shutter and the rut would drag me back in and, weary of the fight, I’d give in and follow a little bit further.

The car is stuck in a rut. It’s the wrong, long road. The ride is getting ever bumpier, and the road is getting worse.

Another bump, and now my tire’s blown.

I am getting out and walking in another direction.

© L. Rose

The Bottom Line

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Eyes only on the bottom-line
we seek to build, but not refine
for profit’s sake, we play with lives
with silicon brains, traces, and wires

we’ve lost the art of doing well
for dollars do we deal with hell
tomorrows children will forever pay
for the choices that we make today

© L. Rose (2/27/17)

Originally written in response to self-driving cars, I am now thinking about Net Neutrality and the pending Sinclair and Tribune merger (MB Docket 17-179). Net Neutrality is a good thing for consumers – Getting rid of it, or changing it is a good thing for profit mongers. The Sinclair deal going through would allow the company an unfair monopoly over broadcast networks and give their agenda a majority exposure to U.S. Homes.

To learn more oppose the Sinclair/Tribune merger
Sinclair and Tribune, MB Docket 17-179 – locate and click on + Express link

To learn more about Net Neturality
from the FCC’s perspective (read carefully, and read between the lines – you’ve got to do your homework on this)

Goodman Park

© photo by Linda Rose

Last weekend, I spent a great day with my little brother, who was visiting from CA, and our mom, as we traipsed around one of the several waterfalls Wisconsin has to offer. It was quite a beautiful park, and I am embarrassed to admit that it is practically in my own back yard, and I had never been. Well, now I’ve been, and I will definitely go again.

We drove up after a visit to Brubaker’s Country Store in Oconto, WI for one of their home made sandwiches, and some snacks. Once there, we paid the tiny entrance fee and sat down for a tasty picnic. It was nice catching up on things with my brother.

Afterward, we took a decent walk over “Strong Falls” of the upper Peshtigo river and beyond using the arched bridge. It was not a long walk since we had to make it back and then home for dinner.

I just uploaded the photos tonight and found this one – then wrote the little snippet. Since I have had a long break, I thought I’d share it and my little adventure.

Thanks for reading! ~ Linda

Goodman Park – one of several County Parks and Campgrounds in Marinette County – the Waterfalls Capital of Wisconsin.

Brubaker’s Country Store – Specialty Grocery Store

Another Aniversary of Sorts

Six Months ago today, I started this blog. It’s been an interesting ride so far. I have had fun with some of my poems. I finally managed to get The Adventures of Purple Turtle (I-III) recorded and finished (for now). That poem started several years ago when I learned the truth about what “lost in the move,” actually meant. It was my way of dealing with it, and I don’t think I’m done. I wrote a limerick as a pet project, and it turned out pretty well, it was certainly received well. The comments were supportive.

On the personal front, my little boy, Duke, reached one year old. He still fetches like a maniac, and still eats paper – weirdo – but he’s great. My family is slowly trickling into the know (about the blog). It’s distinctly possible that my mom is reading all of my blogs tonight. 🙂 For a little while I had to take a break from blogging, and I am definitely not blogging daily as I did at first, though I’d like to get back to that. If I could get paid to read and write, I would be a happy camper.

I still plan to write more fiction, but as I have mentioned in the past, finding the time and often the place to write properly is not that easy to do.

On the bravery front, it’s a mix. A while back, I was nominated by Kiwinana for a blog award (One Lovely Blog?), which was really sweet, but I chickened out and didn’t accept it. I feel bad about that, but I haven’t made up my mind about the award system…that’s just me. Kiwinana is a nice lady, with a nice blog, and a great smile. I have been a little braver, but I am still conscious of self-censoring. It is tough doing certain topics justice when you have little time to properly research and work on something worth publishing.

My fellow bloggers are still kind and supportive, and I send out a thank you to the likers and a thumbs up and a hearty thank you to the commenters. You never cease to make me smile when I most need it.

I’m still having a great time.

Happy blogging, and thanks for reading! ~ Linda

The Requirements to Teach and the Compensation to Teach are Off Kilter

This subject has been on my mind especially lately. In order to teach in Wisconsin:

“Pursuant to Wis. Stat. 118.19, “any person seeking to teach in a public school, including a charter school, or in a school or institution operated by a county or the state shall first procure a license or permit” from the Wisconsin Department of Public Instruction.”

General requirements for educator licensing in Wisconsin (unless otherwise specified under each license type):

  • A minimum of bachelor’s degree.

  • Completion of an approved educator preparation program, including meeting all applicable Wisconsin statutory requirements and testing requirements.

  • Satisfactory background checks result.” ~

All of the above are reasonable requirements, but the starting salary for an educator is not high, and in order to improve a teacher’s standings, more education and a higher degree is required, therefore increasing the teacher’s debt…


If you can read this post, or if you write your own posts, thank a teacher! ~ Linda

Book Review: “Dawn of Wonder”

Dawn of Wonder (The Wakening, #1)Dawn of Wonder by Jonathan Renshaw

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

From the moment I read the first two sentences of this book, I was engaged. With respect to the fantasy genre, what makes this story unique and noteworthy is the poetic style of Renshaw’s writing. It is not lofty or flamboyant; it is simple, approachable, and beautifully crafted, which is a quality not so common today. Jonathan Renshaw’s “Dawn of Wonder” is a well-crafted story of a boy who, through a series of remarkable experiences, becomes a student in a unique school. It is how Jonathan Renshaw writes what leads to that school, what occurs during school, and how the boy grows that makes the story stand strong.

The characters are not only likeable and interesting, they are well written and, importantly, well maintained. Each character acts, speaks, and lives consistently throughout the novel. With each experience, we watch the main character and the secondary characters grow, struggle and grow some more. The consistent theme centers around strength of character, friendship, love, and hope.

© Linda Rose

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Lessons in Silence

I stumbled on a story in National Geographic, called Planet Walker Wants to Hear What You Have to Say  by David Maxwell Braun . I am ashamed to admit I had never heard of this gentleman. It is an interesting account of a young man who, in 1971, witnessed an oil spill in San Francisco Bay. This experience awakened an awareness within him, which sparked an idea and started him on a journey that would carry him across the U.S. and around the world.

Poking around a little more, I found this TED Talk.

To me, the lesson is only partly about the environment and the avoidance of crude oil, though admirable and worthwhile; instead, it is a lesson in silence. It is true that we human creatures listen to reply, not to understand.

Silence and the art of listening to understand empowers us to recognize when we must listen and then, through understanding, know when it is our responsibility to speak.

I hope you enjoy. I am now going to go look for his book.

Happy reading/viewing!

~ Linda




Scritch, scratch by faint candle light,
deep and long into the night –
a man sits down and begins to write –

a new country is born.

Scratch, splotch, by dim light’s glow,
the words, ideas, and the fanfare grows.
On a page are scrawled a nations notes

and an anthem’s scored.

Scritch, drip, by sun’s bright shine,
we feel the love from a dreamer’s rhyme,
recorded carefully line by line,

penned on a summer morn.

Scratch and scratch, by the warm hearth fire
a man is hunched, over words inspired,
which live and breathe thru the test of time

and Juliet we mourn.

Scritch, and scratch, while cannons rage,
in a modest room, words across a page,
a thoughtful man frees a race of slaves

and ends a violent war.


© L. Rose

via Daily Prompt: Quill