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)
Arrival.
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.
Progress.
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.
Staying present.
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.
Linchpin.
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.
The Frog Prince…with a twist.
(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.
Noses and feet.
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.
Eat the frog.
(*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.
For better or worse.
Seven years. I’ve been seeing my therapist for seven years. Actually it’s officially seven years this month. (Cheers, doc!) (I actually never call her that, but in the interest of … Continue reading For better or worse.
Covering the bases.
I’ve been having a difficult day, emotionally. Just short-tempered. Grouchy. Wanting to be left alone for the most part (not an option when it’s a day with my kid since … Continue reading Covering the bases.
Journeys in the Dark 