I love reading. Reading has been at times my escape, my companion, my teacher and my seducer (did you read Fifty Shades of Grey?!  That is all.)  However, I was raised by a mother who adores to read and a father who openly hates school and hates to read. Ironically my mother (the parent that loves reading) grew up with severe dyslexia. She taught me to never give up and to always go after your dreams. 

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As a teacher, it is bittersweet that the school year has come to an end. I absolutely adore my students and their parents. I truly do. Due to being a career changer, I (at times) feel like I don’t fit in with the “meant-to-be” teachers. They always knew they wanted to be a teacher. I love that about them. Though I am much older than some (I still can’t believe that I will be four decades old this year!), I feel like I am younger at times. Strange, but true. They know what they want to do for the rest of their life and have known since they were kids. I, on the other hand, am the opposite. I have many passions in life: teaching, writing, creating fun or pretty cakes, drooling over Johnny Iuzzini (joking..maybe!) and am always thinking what else can I do?!