One of the most important things we are able to do as humans that set us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom is reflect. We can look into the past and remember in order to make the present or future different. It's how we learn about ourselves and the world around us. These … Continue reading BONUS POST: Narratives we tell ourselves
Coming back into my body
Over the past seven years or so, I have been made acutely aware of my body. At first she seemed like a stranger to me, someone you pass in the night but can't quite see past the darkness and shadows. It's quite ironic that I was so separated from my body because I am tall. … Continue reading Coming back into my body
Books under the rug
The memories we have as children are grossly underestimated. The experiences, people, sayings, jokes, smells, foods, books... it's really amazing that all of this fits so well as it's swept under a rug. Until it doesn't fit, and one by one each memory or book or food grows legs and crawls out, peeking its head … Continue reading Books under the rug
I don't normally write for this blog on my work laptop and I usually have my Sunday post done by now, but my personal laptop seems to be dead. At least for now. Quite a bummer, too, because I was working on a very cozy vibe for a mid-autumn Sunday morning - complete quiet, a … Continue reading Boundaries
Plan A is Plan A
In a one-on-one session with a student today, these literal words came out of my mouth: "Bear with me with biology; it's been 20 years since I've had this class." (For the record, I teach ESOL but a student came to me for language help with her bio class.) I became a teacher long before … Continue reading Plan A is Plan A
When they’re all grown up
Sometimes the house is too quiet, sometimes the floors are too clean. On a lazy, cool, and rainy Sunday afternoon, which have been quite rare, I become more aware of my inner thoughts than I have been in awhile. I seem to oscillate between thinking and feeling, doing and observing. And I've been doing a … Continue reading When they’re all grown up
How the prosperity gospel ruined my peace, and other stories | [Unpublished post from 2015].
I'm sharing this private unpublished post in honor of National Infertility Awareness Week. To all the people who are sick of society's and the collective church's bullshit about conceiving a child and what constitutes a family. When I'm in crisis, I write. A lot. As a colleague says when there's nothing else to say: words, … Continue reading How the prosperity gospel ruined my peace, and other stories | [Unpublished post from 2015].
I am woman, a poem.
In honor of National Infertility Awareness Week. For all mothers who wish they were. You are still you. I am woman. I am moon and stars and voices on the winter wind. I am a young girl with sparkles of hope in her eyes as she gazes at the fading sun. I am in awe … Continue reading I am woman, a poem.
With all this time at home and so many headlines, I find I'm spending way more time on my phone in the past week than I have in a long time. As a result of scrolling, I saw this video of Kelly Clarkson (have always been a fan) doing an a cappella version of Mariah … Continue reading Vanishing
Equal and opposite reaction
Physics was not my best class. Here I was, senior year of high school, vying for the "Seven-Semester High Honors" title I would share with many of my classmates. Our grades weren't weighted, but I'd be damned if I got either that honor or valedictorian (something I shared with 20 of my classmates) without going … Continue reading Equal and opposite reaction
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