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I can smell it in the air… ’tis the Sugar Season. I don’t mean harvesting sugar, I mean consuming it. Sugar vehicles are omnipresent…. and by “vehicles,” I mean the...

I love being clean. Not only being clean, but getting clean. When I was going into first grade, the “Big Girl” grade, my mom told me that I could shower...

“It’s ok, Beach…we got you.” Although I was a practicer of the “Ostrich Algorithm”….you know, head deep in the sand, bottom up, I can’t see you so you can’t see...

We are fair people. I’m not talking about fairzy squarezy…although we strive for that. I mean FAIRS. 4H houses filled with beautiful gingham handmade blouses and gigantic pumpkins, cow barns...

I have lived my life by the bell for as long as I can remember. First… grade school, middle school, and high school. Then, junior college and university. Then, as...

There are ten minutes before the final bell of the school year rings. The students are buzzing around my classroom like little bees. What’s the buzzzzzz? “Ms. Beach will you…...

We searched and we searched. We put our ears on it and listened. We sprayed every inch with soapy water. We submerged it, longingly looking for bubbles. It seemed hopeless...

The first Friday of the first week of Mrs Beach's sixth grade is proclaimed the “Day of Differents” in Beachland. It’s the day that I share with my kiddos my...