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.
Poison.
I had allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. And I’m pissed about it. The trickiest part of all is to place my anger where it … Continue reading Poison.
Bonus Talk.
[This is a continuation of my previous post, find it here if you haven’t read that one yet.] This week on Wednesday I had a Talk with my second graders, … Continue reading Bonus Talk.
The Talk.
It’s been an odd week. All teachers know that once spring emerges in earnest, closing in on the end of the school year, students tend to get a little off … Continue reading The Talk.
Hallmark holidays.
I hate Mother’s Day. It’s a bald statement, I know, but surely it is not a surprising one. I know I’m not alone in this, and I know how cynical … Continue reading Hallmark holidays.
Words.
Let me tell you about words. Let me tell you about LOUD words. About how if that’s all you’ve ever had in your ears, you have a stunted ability to … Continue reading Words.
Peace be with you.
Easter used to look like bright colors, bunnies and ducks. Like baskets, eggs, and candy. Like fancy dress clothes and spring flowers. It used to smell like ham and mashed … Continue reading Peace be with you.
Age ain’t nothing but a number.
I wonder how old I have to get, before people stop telling me I’m “so young” and giving me unsolicited advice about how I should handle the world? I wonder … Continue reading Age ain’t nothing but a number.
Journeys in the Dark 