I went to sleep last night with a full heart. It was my turn to host an online Slice of Life meet-up. I had already interacted with most everyone online, so it was especially wonderful to see and hear the people the writing came from.
All of us were longtime teachers, one retired, two on the cusp, and two very much in the thick of things. We stretched across the U.S. from coast to coast. The conversation was free and easy, and it was a reminder of how much I love this experience year after year.
And think: behind every comment each day, behind every blog, is an amazing human waiting to be known, appreciated, seen. Just knowing that is a comfort in a world where it’s harder and harder to be human.
So today, I’ll take my little scrap of hope, tuck it in my pocket, and move forward.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
Sorry I missed this. Thanks for nurturing our slicing community. I’m loving taking part in the March challenge for the first time. I started slicing on Tuesdays in October and it’s been lovely to have such a supportive community of writers. Thank you!
Great looking group. So much experience. So many ideas. So much sharing and caring.