I was originally going to title this post “Return to Oz” and make obscure references to a traumatizing kids’ movie from 1985, but, then I realized the metaphor would go … Continue reading Follow the yellow-brick road.
Tag: metaphors
Fun with flags.
Bonus points to anyone who’s a fan of The Big Bang Theory and gets the reference in the title of this post! I appreciate you — and I’m also sorry … Continue reading Fun with flags.
38.
Some years ago I landed a teaching job and felt like I’d finally arrived. Turns out I never really left the airport. Everyone has different definitions of success. What people … Continue reading 38.
Truth is a caged wild bird.
It took years of work But a feeling finally slipped out And we caught it in a butterfly net And kept a precarious hold on it And wrestled it into … Continue reading Truth is a caged wild bird.
Bittersweet and strange.
“Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong…” I’m watching Beauty and the Beast with my kid, and because it’s nearly impossible for me to turn off … Continue reading Bittersweet and strange.
Adaptation.
My therapist has told me that I’m above average at therapy. I am uniquely suited to actively participating in reflective conversation about myself, learning what it is I need to … Continue reading Adaptation.
Wrong end of a telescope.
A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
Grenade.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Wild Geese.
A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
Buckle up, buttercup!
Are you ready for the craziest revelation I’ve had in years? I’ve discovered that, much like the secondhand smoke I inhaled around my practically chain-smoking parents for the majority of … Continue reading Buckle up, buttercup!
