I choose a word of the year at the start of each year. I begin thinking about the upcoming year months in advance and pray about what the year will hold, how I will be different at the end of it, and what best captures my hopes. I begin to make lists of words and…
I have one semester of my doctorate under my belt. Holy frijoles. What a semester! I now know anything anyone could care to know about Florida House Bill 943 and can articulate a growth theory which likens our lives to a river blocked with rocks and aided by driftwood. I am a more knowledgable clinician now. But…
