The Haggadah demands each year That we see ourselves As having personally been Redeemed. That we each feel as though With an outstretched arm And a mighty hand The Lord … Continue reading Eternally Egypt.
Tag: mental health
Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
When I was student teaching in 2013, I was assigned to a challenging class of third graders, and learned quickly that trying to talk over them would only result in … Continue reading Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
Burden.
My first name is Diana, who in Roman mythology was the goddess of the moon and hunting; to the Greeks, she was Artemis. (Although my more bookish father liked to … Continue reading Burden.
Conventionality.
Full disclosure, I am in a weird head space today, my friends. This post is basically a stream of consciousness, and if it feels like it ends on a minor … Continue reading Conventionality.
The tragic tale of my favorite color.
I am an elementary school art teacher. Color is kind of my thing. Admittedly, it’s been my thing since long before the art teacher gig. I’ve had a passion for … Continue reading The tragic tale of my favorite color.
Endurance.
For someone who’s endured a metric fuckton of pain, both physical and psychological, you’d think the potential of it wouldn’t scare me. But it has been, lately. I consider myself … Continue reading Endurance.
From wrecking ball to baseball.
I was on school break last week. Finally, a whole week in which I could intend to do nothing except paint and get my report cards written! (I only ended … Continue reading From wrecking ball to baseball.
Normal.
My apologies for the radio silence; it’s been a busy time both logistically and emotionally, and I’ve been so drained from it all that it’s been hard to both find … Continue reading Normal.
Exorcism. (TW: sexual abuse)
I’m trying to figure out how to conduct an exorcism. Can a person perform one on themselves? “Asking for a friend,” as they say. Suffering sexual abuse is arguably the … Continue reading Exorcism. (TW: sexual abuse)
Bearing the weight.
For many centuries, there was a historical capital punishment called pressing or crushing, where the accused person would be lain flat and heavy stones or irons would be placed upon … Continue reading Bearing the weight.
Journeys in the Dark 