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Kelly Kent

@constructivist4

Proud Army Mama. Retired Teacher. Current Math Consultant; LOVER of books, children, beaches, skiing, music, back-porch swings, and bourbon. (not in order).

Smithfield, VA Katılım Ocak 2015
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Billy Crystal pays tribute to the late Rob Reiner and Michele Singer Reiner at the 2026 #Oscars.
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Acyn@Acyn·
Talarico: I am tired of being pitted against my neighbor. I'm tired of being told to hate my neighbor. It's been more than ten years of this kind of politics. Politics as bloodsport, politics as trolling and owning politics as total war. It tears families apart. It ends friendships, and it leaves us all feeling terrible all the time.  We cannot defeat the politics of division with more division. We can't win their game. We have to change the game. This campaign is rooted in a fierce love for this state, for this country, and most importantly, for all of our neighbors.
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Margaret Brennan
Margaret Brennan@margbrennan·
The US is not currently bombing Iran's nuclear facilities. Senator Cruz said he has "no indication that they were anywhere close to getting nuclear weapons" before this recent attack due to the summer strikes. Note Rubio also refers to Iran's nuclear ambitions as worry not its current capacity.
Face The Nation@FaceTheNation

“I have no indication that they were anywhere close to getting nuclear weapons since we bombed their facilities,” Sen. Ted Cruz says. He tells @margbrennan he doesn’t have present-day intelligence on what progress Iran has made toward rebuilding a nuclear weapon, but argues Tehran had “an ongoing desire” to rebuild.

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Danny Steele
Danny Steele@SteeleThoughts·
When I was a high school principal, I interviewed a teacher named Jake Huggins. He seemed like a good candidate—friendly, experienced, and thoughtful. I believed he could be a solid addition to our faculty. But any lingering doubt disappeared when he answered one particular question. It has always been my favorite. I asked him, “Jake, in every school in America, you can place teachers on a continuum. On one end are those who don’t seem to want to be there. They’re always complaining. Their colleagues wonder why they haven’t retired yet. They drain the energy of the building. But on the other end are teachers who are excited to come to work. They love their students. They value their colleagues. They lift the spirits of everyone around them. When graduates come back, these are the teachers they want to see. So Jake… what’s the difference between these two teachers? What is the X factor? Because that’s what we’re looking for.” Most teachers answer that question by talking about passion. Or purpose. Or the desire to make a difference rather than just earn a paycheck. Those are good answers. But Jake said something different—something I’ve never forgotten. He said, “I think almost every teacher starts out idealistic. They love kids. They want to change the world. But after a few years, you hit a wall. You realize how hard this job really is. There are endless papers to grade. Some students make it incredibly challenging to teach. And parents aren’t always supportive. Some teachers never move past that reality check. They burn out. But others do. They keep their sense of purpose in spite of the challenges. The work is hard, but they remain convinced it matters. Some students are difficult, but they know those students need someone who refuses to give up on them. They face adversity, but they don’t let it steal their passion. Those are the teachers who make a difference year after year.” We hired Jake. A few years later he was named the school’s Teacher of the Year. So today, I salute Jake—and every educator who has faced that “reality check” and chosen to keep going. The ones who remember their whyon the hard days. The ones who refuse to let frustration turn into cynicism. The ones who continue to believe, even when the work is exhausting. Because those are the teachers who change lives. And they do it… year after year. Cheers, Danny
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Christopher Hale
Christopher Hale@ChristopherHale·
Worth your time.
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Hakan Kapucu
Hakan Kapucu@1hakankapucu·
A duck chose a school as home & returns every year to lay her eggs. When they hatch she leads the ducklings through the corridors to the courtyard lake. It’s now an annual ritual with children staying silent out of respect. Respect is beautiful.
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@howie_hua I halved the dividend and the divisor tongst 180/4…then again to get 90/2…45.
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Howie Hua@howie_hua·
It's Mental Math Monday! How would you mentally calculate 360÷8?
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Sarah Isgur@whignewtons·
Congress is broken bc legislating doesn’t raise money, this does: “In a staff handbook, [Nancy Mace] outlined quotas for getting on cable news and local TV—at least one to three times per day for national outlets, and six times per week across her home state of South Carolina.”
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dahlia kurtz ✡︎ דליה קורץ
This is one of the most beautiful moments you will ever witness. Sir Nicholas Winton helped 669 children — most of them Jewish — escape the Holocaust. His humanitarian accomplishments would remain unknown and unnoticed by the world for nearly 50 years. Then in 1988 he was invited to the BBC TV show That's Life!. There he sat — unknowingly — as part of the studio audience, surrounded by the children he had rescued. They were now adults. Then they surprised him with one of the greatest gifts of all time. Their presence. They were there, all alive — because of him. Not only was he reunited with dozens of children he had saved, but he was also introduced to many of their children and grandchildren. Please remember Sir Nicholas Winton, for his humanitarian operation known as the Czech Kindertransport. Sir Nicholas George Winton, a British stockbroker, and a gift to this planet, left us on July 1, 2015, at the age of 106. May his memory forever be a blessing and inspiration to all. Please share. International Holocaust Day cannot be forgotten. But many are working to make that happen.🕯️♥️
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Mr PitBull
Mr PitBull@MrPitbull07·
Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday January 28, 2026. Alan Alda turned 90. His family planned a safe celebration at home. Cake. Balloons. Grandkids. Alan said no. “I don’t want a party,” he said. His daughter frowned. “Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.” “I know,” Alan said. “But I don’t want to celebrate here.” “Then where?” Alan didn’t hesitate. “I want to go to the beach.” The room went still. “The beach?” “Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.” “You can barely stand.” Alan smiled. That smile. The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming. “So?” By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming. “The four of us,” he said. “The last four.” Gary Burghoff. Jamie Farr. Mike Farrell. And himself. The final survivors of the 4077th. “No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said. “Just us.” The phone calls began. Gary answered first. “Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!” “Thanks. I need you to drive.” “Drive where?” “To the beach.” A pause. “Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.” “So are facts. They don’t stop me either.” Gary laughed. That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years. “Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.” “I’ll crawl if I have to.” “You’re insane.” “I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.” Jamie Farr was next. “The beach?” Jamie said. “I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.” “Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.” “Like a parade?” “Like a victory lap.” Jamie laughed until his voice cracked. “You haven’t changed since 1972.” “And you’re still Klinger.” “Fine. I’m in.” Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered. “Let me guess,” he said. “You want me to push your wheelchair.” “Yes.” “I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.” “BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said. “You’ll manage.” Long pause. “…Fine.” January 28. 6:00 a.m. Gary arrived in a rented van. Two wheelchair spaces. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered. “Dad, are you sure?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” “What if something happens?” “Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said. “Might as well happen at the beach.” Jamie was waiting outside his house. Wheelchair. Sunglasses. Hawaiian shirt. “You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked. “It’s tradition,” Jamie said. “The 4077th always matched.” Mike showed up next. Also in a Hawaiian shirt. Four old men. One van. Heading west. On the drive, memories filled the air. Harry driving too fast. Larry bringing his own wine. Radar making everyone cry. Klinger never sleeping. When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke. After it ended, Alan said quietly, “That song used to annoy me.” “Now?” “Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.” At Malibu, reality hit. Wheelchairs don’t work on sand. Jamie grumbled. Mike rubbed his back. Alan stared at the ocean. Gary disappeared. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs. One lifeguard whispered, “My grandmother watched MASH* every night.” It took time. Transfers were slow. Hands trembled. Bones protested. But they made it. To the water. Alan closed his eyes. The sound of waves. Salt in the air. Sun on his face. “I forgot what this felt like,” he said. They talked about the ones who weren’t there. McLean. Wayne. Larry. Harry. Bill. David. Loretta. Jamie finally broke the silence. “Let’s race.” Two wheelchairs. Two pushers. One rock. They raced. They tied. People on the beach stared. A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?” His mother said, “Living.” As the sun set, Alan spoke. “This might be the last time.” No one argued. “That’s why it matters,” he said. “Because we know.” He made a wish. “One more year.” “One more adventure.” “Korea. Together.” They promised.
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AADULLC@AADULLC·
@constructivist4 @sweat_nancy And shoutout to Kelly for the reminder that mindset matters. 👏 Sometimes it’s not about changing the situation, but how we choose to approach it. Grateful for educators who lift each other up. 💙 #WellnessWednesday
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Nancy Sweat
Nancy Sweat@sweat_nancy·
Still reflecting on yesterday’s incredible visit to @AADreamAcademy at Seatack Elementary & Lynnhaven Middle. Seeing students & teachers living the #SAME dream through their energy, passion, & learning is always inspiring! Extra bonus was a reunion with @SharaeB27325317 💚💙
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@sweat_nancy @AADULLC "There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing." – Alfred Wainwright. 😊
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Nancy Sweat
Nancy Sweat@sweat_nancy·
@AADULLC Working hard on four of these, but honestly, it’s been too cold to get outside regularly. I’ll add that one as my fifth intention - brave the cold.
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AADULLC@AADULLC·
Showing up for students starts with showing up for ourselves. When we prioritize our own wellness, we build the capacity to lead, teach, and care with intention and consistency. What are you doing to take care of yourself right now? #WellnessWednesday #AADULLC #NewYearNewGoals
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Dolly Parton
Dolly Parton@DollyParton·
Now that’s what you call a surprise! This old bag sure feels the love! 😉💖 Thank you, Bono and @U2 for making my birthday extra special.
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Mr PitBull@MrPitbull07

"My name's Hank. I'm 66. I deliver propane to homes. Rural routes, farms, folks off the grid. I fill their tanks, check connections, drive to the next house. Most customers just sign the slip, barely look up. I'm just the propane guy. But last February, during that brutal cold snap, I noticed something at the Miller place. Pulled up to fill their tank, gauge showed empty. Completely dry. In 15-degree weather. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Miller answered, three kids bundled behind her in coats. Inside the house. "Ma'am, your tank's bone dry. How long you been without heat?" "Four days." Her voice was steady, but her hands shook. "Bill's due Friday. We're waiting on my husband's paycheck." Four days. Three kids. Fifteen degrees. "Ma'am, I'm filling it now." "I can't pay until" "I'll mark it as a delivery error. Computer glitch. Nobody'll know." She started crying. "Why would you do this?" "Because those kids are wearing coats inside." I filled their tank. Checked the furnace. Made sure heat kicked on before I left. Drove away thinking about what I'd seen. Kids doing homework in winter jackets. A mom choosing between heat and food. Started paying attention different after that. The elderly veteran whose tank was at 10%, he was rationing, keeping one room warm. The single dad whose payment was two weeks late, he'd been burning firewood he couldn't really afford. I started doing something I shouldn't. When I saw someone struggling, someone who'd run out, someone rationing heat—I'd add 50 gallons. Mark it as "meter calibration" or "pressure test residual." Small amounts. Enough to get them through. Did it eleven times that winter. My boss noticed the discrepancies. Called me in. "Hank, we're showing extra gallons delivered but not billed." I told him the truth. Everything. He stared at me for a long time. Then said, "My daughter was a single mom once. Chose between heat and groceries every winter. I wished someone had helped her." He didn't fire me. Instead, he created something, "Warm Hearts Emergency Fund." Customers could donate. We'd match it. Use it for families in crisis who couldn't afford propane. But here's what broke me, Mrs. Miller came to our office in May. She'd gotten a better job, caught up on bills. She handed me an envelope. Inside, $200. "For the next family. The one you'll find in February, four days without heat, trying to be brave for their kids." She grabbed my hands. "Hank, my youngest has asthma. Four more days in that cold... I don't know if..." She couldn't finish. Last winter, the Warm Hearts Fund helped 23 families. Not with handouts, with heat when they had none. With dignity when they felt broken. And here's the thing, other propane companies heard about it. Started their own programs. Now there are "emergency heat funds" in six states. But the moment that destroyed me happened last month. Got a call to deliver to an address I recognized, the Miller place. Mrs. Miller answered. "Hank! Come in, please." Inside, warm, kids doing homework at the table, laughing. She handed me a check. Full payment, plus extra. "For the fund. But also..." She pulled out a drawing her youngest had made. Stick figure man with a propane truck. Caption in crayon: "Mr. Hank, my hero." "She asks about you every winter. 'Is Mr. Hank making sure people are warm?'" I'm 66. I deliver propane to houses nobody notices. But I learned this- Cold doesn't wait for paychecks. And no child should do homework in a winter coat inside their own home. So if you deliver anything, oil, propane, firewood, and you see someone struggling, someone empty, someone rationing, Find a way. Mark it wrong. Call your boss. Start a fund. Do something. Because heat isn't a luxury. It's survival. And the difference between freezing and living shouldn't be whether your paycheck arrived on time. Be the reason someone stays warm." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for Demonstration purpose only . Credit: Mary Nelson

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David French
David French@DavidAFrench·
If we break our alliances, we are smaller and weaker. If we break them for pride and power and greed, then we don’t just break an alliance, we break our own character. We diminish ourselves in every way that matters, and no amount of newly sovereign frozen ground can obscure our national shame. nytimes.com/2026/01/15/opi…
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