Theresia Kallinicos
That move was a delayed one. Rob's Dad had died in the summer of 1995... and I waited to move so Rob could finish high school. That way, he had all his friends for support through a very painful time.
I spent a career of thirty years as a teacher in a NY City high school teaching English.
That career came to an abrupt halt with third assault upon me ... which rendered me "officially disabled." Since that time, I have done volunteer tutoring including work on AOL (Where there is a will, there is a way.)
Life is a series of gains and losses .. and we learn from all of them~
I'm very close to the Long Island Sound here and have that as a resource for meditation and inspiration...
How wonderful to have the time to do that ...
I enjoy writing poetry ... not bound by rhyme but free~ and manyof my poems deal with feeling of romance, and Love.
I collect antiques. My home is an eclectic representation of so many little treasure and furniture, that I just feast my eyes ... Of course, that means chasing dust bunnies around furniture legs! ~Lol
Theresia Kallinicos
Presently I am living on Long Island in a lovely lil home ... Population~ one! That is until my son Robert, age 21, comes home to "visit" from Brandeis University :))
He and I moved to our summer getaway home after he graduated high school. That was in 1998.
Life as a teacher in Brooklyn was no easy task ... but I have always responded to challenges ... and I enjoyed my career very much ... teaching English to students from 70 countries ... each semester was a change over of 150 students ... at that time ...I had a good memory for names! ahahahahaa
My school was a microcosm of the world ... and besides teaching.. . I did plenty of off the cuff social work, and I do know that impacted many with worth. Inner city teachers do that ... without pay...
You'll find me walking there, listening to rhythm of the waves and the call of the sea birds ... seeing the eroding cliffs of sand and earth and the multitude of colors in the rocks and pebbles on the beach ... noting the diversity and appreciating their shapes,
seeing the shoreline of Long Island and the faint outline of Connecticut in distance ...
and cloud formations ...
patterns of waves ...
smelling salty air ...
jotting ideas ... perhaps...or just thinking...
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