Six thirty in the morning. I’m hobbling as I try to walk my dog. A month ago, I had fallen in the ice storm and injured my ankle and I’m still hurting. Last summer, I was able to walk ten miles a day. Today, I can barely handle one. I feel stupid and horrible and…… Continue reading The Odd Goose
I woke up on the wrong side of the world this morning. Just nothing felt right. Nothing seemed to be going right. I just wanted to shrink away from the world and hide my head under my covers and be left alone. Yup. I was a grump. A royal grump. But hiding under the covers…… Continue reading Baptizing the Royal Grump
What I have come to see and realize is the everlasting effect of what those sacred moments can mean to me. That even within the ever-tightening, exhausting pains and frustrations, I can still be granted a moment of absolution, a reprieve, a strengthening.
“Do you really think anything you do has any merit?” My hands stilled over my keyboard. On my computer screen, a notification blipped. My Google slide presentation about nouns had automatically been saved into my drive. Merit? Did I really think anything I was doing actually had any merit? The question bounced off the soft,…… Continue reading The Worst Question I’ve Ever Been Asked
I am an English teacher who is driven by the need, the passion to do my best to reach every single one of my students. If one isn’t doing well, I take it personally. It’s my fault. I didn’t do my job. I failed. I should have tried harder. I should have done more. I…… Continue reading Forgiving Myself
When I was a girl, I lived on an Army base in Munich, Germany. I was surrounded by people of color and the diverse spectrum was my norm. As a teenager, I lived in northern Virginia, attending a high school that had multi-lingual signs over every bathroom. I grew up in the years following the…… Continue reading Lifting the Rosy Colored Blindfold
My father in law gave me a bookmark which I have in my top left desk drawer. Yes, I know that it should be in a book somewhere, especially because I am still a hundred pages from the end of Cloud Atlas. But I always worried that I would lose this bookmark. It’s metal with a…… Continue reading In Spite of the Darkness, Goodness Still Prevails