Author Archives: Terry Connelly

About Terry Connelly

Terry Connelly is a retired high school English teacher. She earned her BA and Single Subject Teaching credential from California State University of the East Bay, in Hayward, California. She taught for 18 years at Newark Memorial High School in Newark, California. She was gifted to work with both College Prep students and those with learning disabilities.

A New Day

Another day awakens Promising calm winds Sunny skies A touch of clouds That guide me through The hectic times of my life   I stretch, drawing in Energy to replenish My weary soul To revitalize desires And strengthen interests A … Continue reading

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Two souls

  We fit together, you and I Most times we see things, eye to eye.   For you, it’s sleeping on the right Left is my choice always at night.   I listen carefully when you speak. Good understanding, when … Continue reading

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Advice Column

Dear Martha: My eight-year-old son got sent home early from school. Supposedly he pulled a girl’s ponytail so hard it made her cry. I don’t believe it. My son’s a kind-hearted kid. He says the girl waves her hair in … Continue reading

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My Friend

To know God, to truly know God. That’s what I want more than anything.   He’ll come to me as a friend and sit by my side. He’ll sing to me of love, joy, and inner tranquility.   He’ll tell … Continue reading

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Advice Column

Dear Martha: I have a problem. I’m planning a dinner party for a bunch of good friends. I know what I want to serve, but when I invited my friends, one said she couldn’t eat gluten, another was vegan and … Continue reading

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Faith is my Rock

Fortunately, faith is my foundation. Admittedly, I frequently fail. Independently, however, I am nothing. Truthfully, the Lord sits on my shoulder. Hesitatingly, I listen before acting.   Inevitably, I stumble again and again. Stupefyingly, He never crosses me off His … Continue reading

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Not Just a Story

My mom seldom talked about her past, but when she did, her stories were riveting. She was born a child of poverty, the second oldest amongst a passel of children. Her mother, my grandmother, grew different kinds of herbs, vegetables … Continue reading

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