It’s that time of year again, Erev Yom Kippur (the eve of Yom Kippur), where we are about to atone for all our wrongdoings and seek forgiveness for them. To … Continue reading Percolated mistakes.
It’s that time of year again, Erev Yom Kippur (the eve of Yom Kippur), where we are about to atone for all our wrongdoings and seek forgiveness for them. To … Continue reading Percolated mistakes.
I call out, “Warden,Have I yet served my time?There’s a new day comingAnd I’d like to feel fine.”But the Warden just leersAs if I’ve made a joke.Declares, “You’ll do what … Continue reading Warden.
You know what is so vitally important, but royally sucks fucking ass to do? Teach children about 9/11, that’s what. Last year I wrote about the uniqueness of sharing the … Continue reading Why. (TW: 9/11)
I’m an Art teacher. That’s such an amazing, thrilling thing to be able to say. Up to now, I have taught art classes and projects to children and adults. I … Continue reading Arrival.
Today was a day of several firsts. It was my daughter’s first day of pre-K. (She had a great day!) It was my first time teaching Art class. That is, … Continue reading Progress.
I’m having a, “I CAN’T KEEP CALM, I’M A TEACHER AND SEPTEMBER STARTS TOMORROW!” sort of moment. It’s been a hell of a week, this week of constant meetings and … Continue reading Staying present.
You have to get used to the fact that there are going to be people who don’t like you. That stern thought slapped me in the face inside my head, … Continue reading Linchpin.
(I know, I just posted recently about frogs already; I assure you, the proximity of these posts is purely coincidental.) “Mom, I see a frog up there!” my daughter cried … Continue reading The Frog Prince…with a twist.
Last night at dinnertime, my kid had an emotional outburst because — horror of horrors — her fish sticks would not stay on her fork. My advice to pick them … Continue reading Noses and feet.
(*No frogs were harmed in the writing of this blog post.*) In my most recent therapy session, I was lamenting to my therapist the list of chores I needed to … Continue reading Eat the frog.