Mother’s Day is always difficult for me to write about here* because I know the pain of those mothers who’ve wanted, wished, waited, hoped, and prayed for babies in their wombs. My PCOS diagnosis came about two weeks before Mother’s Day in 2008. That Mother’s Day was shocking to me. The thought that this might…
things that matter
Don’t be an ostrich
Do you know what ostriches sometimes do when there’s something they don’t want to face? They stick their head in the sand and wait for it to pass. Sometimes, I’m an ostrich. Last week’s tornadoes are the kind of thing that I’m ashamed to say I sometimes avoid thinking about. My heart gets overwhelmed by…
Strength and spirit. And heart.
There is a picture on my mother’s dresser. It is sepia colored and old. But the eyes in that picture are young. They are full of life and wit and charm. With just a hint of mischief. They are my grandmother’s eyes. In that picture she is 18 and beautiful. Alive. In another old picture…
And just like that, I am Prufrock again
And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question,…
Some days you feel like a…
If I’m being perfectly honest? I’m not feeling like an awesome teacher these days. In fact, I’m feeling far from it. Maybe I’m just run down because it’s the end of the year. Maybe there’s just too much talk in the news about educators and how we should be doing our jobs. Maybe there’s just…