Math

As a tutor, I challenge students to vet the facts to themselves and prove their calculations correct whether in algebraic expressions or Miltonian interpretations.

I am also a big fan of looking things up.
Google is our friend.
I have said more often to children to,
“Look it up,” than
“Clean the litter box.”

This is not only true because I can not order students to clean our litter box, but what is possible to know has never been so much larger than the human capacity to comprehend.

The data delta out scores cat poop by more than a million percent.

At least at my pay grade, Math problems yield more indisputable answers than literature.

The concrete nature of Math builds comfort for some.

Math has a side as soft as Shakespeare, however, when the quotient is experience.

The Husband and I chatted about our Family Math tonight.

The last several weeks have presented more challenges than usual.

I have to pull my fingers off the keyboard in midsentence to keep from slapping down a colon to catalogue a list in a fit of woeful, blogger Tourettes.

What is the ultimate Truth I have to vet here?

More than ever,
as ever,
I need to Trust Him.

I will give Him my every worry,
and He will give me
one heart
and a new Spirit:
He will take from me
my heart of stone
and give me a tender
heart of love
for our God.

There are times when it is important to look up the right answer.

Other times, the right answer is to look Up.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!