Drinking while Reading

Teachers give themselves homework. Sometimes it’s just to have fun, but often it should probably be classified as research. This is the latter category. I’ve worked with teenagers a long time. I’ve seen them grow into productive citizens despite traumatic or abusive childhoods. I’ve also known them to commit terrible crimes before, during, and after…

The Choice is Ours

I agree… and I disagree. Some people are not able to make these decisions alone. Contrary to Paul Simon, we are not rocks or islands. While some possess grit so intense that they can propel themselves out of trauma, others absolutely need a strong support system. Perhaps it’s genetic, you’re born with it or you’re…

Teaching is hard.

One of my students was killed yesterday morning. Since I found out, I’ve been thrashing back and forth through several stages of grief. Mixed with that is this overwhelming sadness and strange desire to justify not being sad. Why? Because I did not know him for very long. Because I did not always appreciate his…

Hope

There’s always a little ray of sunshine. Time spent looking for it never wasted.

What I am reading…

Glad I got to read outside of hours this morning — the rest of the day just poured cats and dogs! I’ve been reading Green River, Running Red for months now. It’s been slow going, but not because it’s not interesting! This is my second Ann Rule book and it is amazing! The amount of…

Unfiltered

It’s wasn’t a feel-good day, and this isn’t a feel-good pic. This is a fuck depression, fuck self-depreciation, and fuck fear pic. I am strong. I am smart. I am beautiful. I have who and what I need.

What I am reading…

This was back in May. I’m farther (but not much) into the book, thanks to my decision to detour into Pirate Women and The Power. More on those titles later. It’s been so long break from AFFC, so I may have to backtrack a bit, especially since I decided to marathon the HBO series again. I love the…

I come by it honestly

This is my dad. He actually came out of the book store with more books than me or my mother! Books have never been a “splurge” purchase in our family.

Operation Nightie

That’s my nightgown. Will someone please explain to me why this kid makes it his mission to steal it off my bed every evening and run through the house with it, head held high, as if he’s captured the enemy flag and will now win the war? Last week, I actually found my nightgown in…