The Donald Trumps of Tomorrow

This post was written in response to a Bill Maher editorial in which he examines how instilling an overinflated sense of self importance in children has led to the existence of Donald Trump. Original air date: March 18, 2016. I earn a living as a substitute teacher. I've been doing it for over 30 years now. Needless to say, things have changed over the last three decades. But not always for the better. The greatest decline has occurred in the past five years, a direct result of students being given permission to bring cell phones and iPods into the classroom. Sage administrators have issued a "no cell phone" policy in their school-- but they are few and far between. They believe that these d

Justin Trudeau & Poetry

©DH-Foto Something I posted on my personal Facebook page after Justin Trudeau became the 23rd Prime Minister of our country has resurfaced, partly in response to his recent, much celebrated visit to Washington to meet with President Obama. Hilde Weisert, an American, became a Facebook friend after she saw my original post, which not only went viral but also found its way into several strangers' blogs. It was my baptism by fire into the crazy world of Facebook, its lightning speed and immediacy. But it also showed me how tired we were of corruption and mudslinging and dirty, mean-spirited politics, how deeply we craved positivity, civility and hope. How happy we were to finally elect a politi

Open Letter to the Right Honourable Justin Trudeau, P.C., M.P., Prime Minister of Canada

© Carolyn Marie Souaid Like you, I became a teacher. I felt that teachers played a vital role in the well-being and future of a society. Like you, I believed in the power of education and in the nobility of the profession. I believed I could make a difference in the lives of young people. These beliefs led me to a remote community on the Ungava coast of Northern Quebec in the early 1980s. I was 24. It was my first teaching job. I still remember their names, all of them. I remember how, from the very first day, they studied me from their desks, their bright, eight-year-old faces filled with trust. Even though thirty years have passed, I can still picture them: Vicky and Susie and the two Alou