The air is heavy this evening. I go out to the backyard with the dog, and I’m immediately weighed down by it, my lungs struggling to expand. Today, we got … Continue reading Be afraid, and do the thing.
Author: Diana Koester
It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Recently I spoke with a fellow survivor of narcissistic abuse (yes, survivor – I hate the word victim). She’s just starting out on her journey of recovery and reclaiming herself, … Continue reading It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Sticking the landing.
Last night in my kitchen, I lost a fight with a roll of plastic wrap. I was trying to tightly wrap up half of the pound cake I’d made that … Continue reading Sticking the landing.
United States of Hypocrisy.
In the same week, this government has canceled reproductive rights and loosened gun control. Imagine, being pro-life and pro-death at the same time. Surely this hypocrisy is not inherited from … Continue reading United States of Hypocrisy.
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
And now, for something you’ll really like…!
Feel-good post this week. Our school year is winding down. This week my second graders were rounding out their unit on the Desert Biome with a simple research report on … Continue reading And now, for something you’ll really like…!
Biographical parasite.
Some days I feel light as a feather. Light with knowledge that there’s nothing ahead of me but to live my own life here. Some days I feel so heavy. … Continue reading Biographical parasite.
Grieving sunshine.
Sometimes in life you’ll encounter an individual who makes your whole world brighter just because they’ve come into it. Some people are pure sunshine. I’m fortunate to have met a … Continue reading Grieving sunshine.
Ghost story.
I’m a living ghost story. Or at least that’s how it feels sometimes. I’m not entirely sure how to pinpoint exactly when it happened. I used to think I knew. … Continue reading Ghost story.
Crayons made of kevlar.
I am an elementary school teacher. Every morning before I leave my house, I run through a mental checklist to make sure I have everything I need. Keys, phone, wallet, … Continue reading Crayons made of kevlar.
Journeys in the Dark 