My apologies for the long gap in posting, I’ve been really sick for weeks! Thankfully I am finally about 98% back to myself, with a very practical post for you. … Continue reading Reporting unwanted packages.
Tag: trauma
Snow at Night
Why do I walkIn the snow at night,With the air so bitter?Why offer it my face to bite? Because it’s quiet. The sky is mute plumAnd the trees dream,Their branches … Continue reading Snow at Night
Parenting and re-parenting.
Ask any parent what it’s like to be one, and I would bet money that you’ll get some variation of the same answer… Exhausting. Rewarding, but exhausting. But rewarding. It’s … Continue reading Parenting and re-parenting.
Normalizing.
The other day I made an offhand joke to a fellow teacher about something my therapist often tells me, which in itself isn’t unusual…but I said it in front of … Continue reading Normalizing.
Adjusting the volume.
Whenever I express to my therapist that I worry I sound like a narcissist, or that I’m showing toxic traits too much like my mother’s, she reminds me of her … Continue reading Adjusting the volume.
Worst nightmare.
I had a nightmare last night. That’s not unusual. I used to have nightmares almost every night, but that’s gotten better with time and some hard work in therapy. Now … Continue reading Worst nightmare.
Who cares?
Have you ever had a certain song lyric just really hit home for you? I don’t know if this is peculiar, but I’ve had a particular affinity for any song … Continue reading Who cares?
Pandora’s Landmine.
My fourth graders are trying their hand at writing their own folktales at the moment, and several of them have chosen to follow the structure and elements of myths. (Folktales … Continue reading Pandora’s Landmine.
Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Lots of lessons were learned the hard way on Monday this week. Or, if not learned anew, certainly refreshed. Lesson #1: I can do hard things, but, I don’t always … Continue reading Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Wasteland.
Once, my home was a Wasteland. Devoid of true love, bone dry, Starved for integrity, and honesty. I walked alone among the Constantly swirling dust particles Of other people’s needs. … Continue reading Wasteland.
Journeys in the Dark 