I never thought it would happen, but it has.  Technology has overtaken our lives and I mean that in a good way.  Today, children are learning their lessons on specialized classes performed by their teachers from thee “comfort” of their own homes.  These teachers are used to a classroom setting. They’re used to order and regimentation.  They are not used to having their own families looking over their shoulders while they’re teaching.

Conference calls have replaced staff meetings.  Zoom has taken the place of informal get togethers. Most social media is at an all time high, because we are people who need people.  We’re the luckiest people in the world ….. whoops, sorry , I got caught up in the moment.  Isolation is not a normal thing.  We feel frustrated when we can’t get into an app or link up to a link.  Some of this is totally new  for most of us.

With the influx of COVID19 our lives have changed significantly.  The theatre where I   work is striving to keep a positive face and make classes available to those who want to jump on board and participate via the internet. The classes are free and available to various age groups.  Yesterday was my first experience teaching a class this way.  Needless to say, I’m going into uncharted areas. It should be the easiest thing in the world and it is for anyone under thirty, but for us old timers, it’s brand new.

The class was designed to last for thirty minutes, was geared for grades K-5 and I was going to teach how to create a believable character.  Four eager students arrived on time, but the teacher was about ten minutes late. This wouldn’t happen in a regular teaching environment.  Of course I was about a minute late for an after school class once and one of the students replied, “We thought you died and went to heaven.”

I had some basic fears about this new technology for me.  I was a bit frightened about the up close and personal aspect.  I mean I’m almost 78 years old. I possess a roadmap of lines upon my face.  I worried they would see every imperfection, every nose hair and the teeth that were missing from my aging mouth.  Fortunately once I got onto the site, I didn’t realize I had to hit a button to show my face.  I didn’t and therefore all they knew about me was my voice.  I was redeemed from all potential ridicule.

I have another class tomorrow and hope to show up on time.  Since this is a class about building a character, my face will also arrive so they can actually see a face doing what I will try to teach them.  Once the class started to roll along, I felt better about the entire experience and I look forward to more.

I do worry about those teachers who are now confined to their homes with their own children hounding them for attention and the perils and frustration of those educators.  It can’t be easy for them.  They’re used to their students.  They aren’t used to being with their kids 24/7.  Teachers need a place to escape to right now, just as everyone else that has been cloistered and will be for a long time. At least they’re tech savvy.  I’m just an old woman trying to stay in the realm of the living.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. I LOVE how you write, your heart, your skills. I wish my kids had you for teacher, I wish you were close by so I too could see that precious map on your face. The world and this generation, in these times, is blest to have you as their guide. Theres a smile in everything you say here…. you make the ‘realm of the living’ a far more friendly place than it is, in reality now.
    I’m from India, have homeschooled 2 of our kids. Our youngest is blind, with health issues. We know the value of a teacher who cares that deeply for things beyond the visible.
    God bless your life with many more enriching years. This world/ the kids/ parents/ society need you.
    I’m so glad… saw your post today. Parenting in these times is hard, I’m going to try and have your beautiful spirit.

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      How very kind of you to say these lovely thoughts. This is a crazy time which requires us to be somewhat crazy. If we dwell on all the negativity we’ll be consumed with depression. A happy face may create more lines but we’ll be joyful in the process. Thanks❤️

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  2. You are the youngest almost 78 year old I have ever known. Although I can’t see what your face looks like now, the heart and soul of your writing is that of a much younger person.

    I am almost 67, so 11 years younger than you. By some miracle, I did not have any lines in my face to speak of, until just over a year ago. I turned 65, and suddenly all these deep lines appeared all over my face. Now, it hurts to look in the mirror. But I am still a young woman on the inside, so that’s what I am sticking with. We are only as old as we feel, right? Today, I feel about 25. 😀

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  3. I didn’t even know what zoom was until yesterday— see, you’re so much more advanced than I am 🤪

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