It's strange to see pictures of my mom equivalent in age to the age I am now, even weirder to see pictures of myself at the current age of my oldest daughter. My mom wore 40 well. She looked youthful and well rested. Lately, I just feel like I have one foot in the grave. Although, … Continue reading I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked
"When you've finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work, it was fun" - Nervana, Plateau There's a moment each day that exhausts and causes me to shake my head in wonder. I survey the chaos … Continue reading And the work, it was fun.
Whenever my phone starts singing Firework by Katy Perry, I know it is The Tortoise calling. "Cause baby, you're a firework. Come on, show 'em what you're worth. Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh As you shoot across the sky" Besides the fact that the words are a great self-esteem boost for any emotional teenage … Continue reading Baby, you’re a firework
I think there is something seriously wrong with me, even more than usual. Hours have disappeared organizing my Pinterest boards. The clutter of curriculum, teaching tools and resources drive me insane. I've also started dreaming about lesson plans and last weekend, while I was enjoying a scrap booking and card making retreat with girlfriends, I … Continue reading Explaining The Red Light District to a 10-Year-Old
The week started out promising. I wrote a blog post on Monday inspired by Just.Be.Enough. But then, I wrote a grocery list, a couple of checks, started posts that never got finished, and edited a 5th grader's paper about discrimination and the book The Cay. So this morning, when I read the Red Writing Hood … Continue reading I think I’ve given up on my writing goals