Today marks the 23rd anniversary of my reluctant return to the east coast, from Southern California where I’d followed my father and attempted to take up permanent residence with him, … Continue reading Failed.
Tag: painful memories
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.
Why. (TW: 9/11)
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.
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.
Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Mad. So much mad. Every version of me, from neglected child me to abused teen me to gaslit young adult me to present-day wide awake me, are all white-hot mad. … Continue reading Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Permanent ink.
I had intended this evening to write a relatively simple post about my experience today with getting my very first tattoo. However, more important material presented itself. We’ll see if … Continue reading Permanent ink.
Journeys in the Dark 