Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
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Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
I have a dream where the irony is not lost on people that on a day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy of fighting for civil rights and equality for … Continue reading Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
Heartsong.
I will always think of my daughter when I hear any Queen song. She’s been a fan since she was literally in utero kicking along to their beat. And I … Continue reading Heartsong.
Swift.
I almost got scammed out of a thousand dollars today. Somehow, in spite of everything, I spend most days with an abundance of hope that people in this world are … Continue reading Swift.
Spoons.
It’s been a rough week for me. I broke my big toe on my right foot on Sunday last week. I am battling an intense sinus infection (not the worst … Continue reading Spoons.
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
I had to become the villain in others’ stories so I could live freely as the hero in my own. I’ve been thinking lately about the concept of heroes and … Continue reading Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
Upside down.
My mother turns 71 today. I managed to spend most of the day distracted by the fact that it’s her birthday, and the heaviness of all such implications. But it … Continue reading Upside down.
Super.
This past weekend, my husband and daughter and I enjoyed an absolutely wonderful family vacation to Sesame Place, the Sesame Street themed amusement park in Pennsylvania. It was unequivocally amazing, … Continue reading Super.
Monsters.
I used to fantasize that I was adopted. I think every kid has that wish on occasion when they’re punished or frustrated by the rules or whatnot. But for me, … Continue reading Monsters.
Stumbling to the finish line.
There are two weeks left of this school year in which I have responsibilities to teach, clean out classrooms, conduct conferences, and the like. (Report cards are already written, which … Continue reading Stumbling to the finish line.
Journeys in the Dark 