"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
Teaching is such an underappreciated profession. The pay sucks. I can't go to the bathroom whenever I need to, you know, use the bathroom. I sit in meetings that are the exact opposite of best practice when it comes to learning (sit in rows, listen to one person talk at the front, etc). I have... Continue Reading →
I allowed myself my own version of a family leave with my writing the last six weeks which are also the first six weeks of my son's new life. Ari James Noble was born on November 24th, 2018 at 1:36 am, 6 pounds, 15 ounces, 19 inches long. I guarantee I will share some poetry... Continue Reading →
This year, I am teaching seniors, many of whom I taught when they were in ninth grade. This fall we read Angie Thomas' The Hate U Give, and took a field trip to see the film adaptation. As a white woman, I have learned not to be surprised anymore by the trauma I feel in my... Continue Reading →
there isn't a section of greeting cards for: reaching out to your estranged adult child or estranged adult parent. am i left to select a message that could also be given to a cancer patient, a widow, a friend you haven't heard from in a while? should i select a landscape scene or a small... Continue Reading →
I heard some feedback about my first money-saving blog like, "I never knew this about you" and "I always wanted to try that..." So here are 5 more ways. Take them or leave them! Be a Mystery Shopper: I use an app called iSecretShop. I was skeptical at first, but we have completed 20 shops... Continue Reading →
i hope i don't forget: how you omitted the a, and called those colored ovals of helium "bloons". how you put your ear on my stomach and told me that your brother loves our family. how you thought the sinks at my work got smaller, but really you grew. how you demonstrated the way you... Continue Reading →
i am starting to understand why we can't figure out how to love each other. you are my wound; and i am yours.
why does it feel like a perverted game of chutes and ladders to be a member of a subordinate group in this country where you climb and you climb and you climb, only to reach the top and see the faces of a brotherhood of white, christian men mock you as you stumble however many... Continue Reading →
That's right. Let's go back in time. It's 2008, and I'm a senior in high school. My family is all about John McCain, but my birthday is in May, and I'll miss the election by six months. That didn't stop me from vocally expressing my concerns about Obama's birth certificate to classmates and questioning if... Continue Reading →
One time I got asked what job I could be good at as a sort-of ice breaker question for a large group setting. I am good at my current job (high school teacher), but they wanted us to think outside the box and comment on more of an unnoticed ability. As other individuals started answering,... Continue Reading →
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