Dear Diana, Who loses herself In empathy for everyone else From the tiniest field mouse To her own abusers, But who holds sympathy For her own lifetime Of pain Like … Continue reading Dear Diana.
Tag: truth
On recognizing freedom.
“He cannot take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency.” —Saruman in The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring, talking to Gandalf about … Continue reading On recognizing freedom.
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.)
Profundity.
Ever hear the phrase, those who can’t do, teach? I’m chuckling to think of it because in this particular instance, I both do and teach. But I’m not sure if … Continue reading Profundity.
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.
A eulogy for Astro.
I have developed a funny habit of picking up broken things. It started with myself. Perhaps I try to do for others what no one else did for me. I … Continue reading A eulogy for Astro.
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)
Loneliness and freedom.
“I think there’s somethingYou should knowI think it’s time I stopped the showThere’s something deep inside of meThere’s someone I forgot to be…” I saw one of those fancy shmancy … Continue reading Loneliness and freedom.
The day after.
Tomorrow is Halloween. My kid is very excited, of course. Tonight we put together her homemade ghost costume, and talked about how she’ll put it on tomorrow evening after dinner … Continue reading The day after.
The cheese stands alone.
It feels like up until three weeks ago, there was this illusion that while we knew Antisemitism was a thing, of course, it was the exception rather than the rule. … Continue reading The cheese stands alone.
Journeys in the Dark 