Thank you 2018, Cheers 2019

18 Things I Learned from 2018 This self-care shit is the real deal. For me, part of it has been embracing my salty sailor side (ok, just the language bit — I’m really not that into water or boats or swimming). Seriously, it’s the fucking bees knees–love me or leave me, I’ll be fine because…

Again.

I started writing this weeks ago. Another of our former students, “Larry,” was killed. His funeral was way before Halloween and I am still having difficulty putting my feelings into words. This one I knew quite well. And so I was surprised when it took days for me to have an emotional response to his…

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.

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.

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…

We’re all related

I’ve always believed that there’s only one race, the human race. What most people describe as “race,” is actually “culture.” Ethnically I’m Scandinavian, British, Irish, Iberian, Western European, and a teensy bit Eastern European, Southern European, Russian/Georgian/Armenian/Azerbaijani, and North African. Culturally, I identify most as American, of course, but I would call myself German American…

There is no humane way to separate a family

This is not new information. Look at kids who come from extreme poverty, “the streets,” orphanages, and foster care. They have the same issues with emotional and cognitive development referenced here regarding these children at the border.  (This is why trauma-informed care in all areas is so incredibly important!!) I am horrified, but not surprised. Horrified…

Cooking on Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to the man who introduced us to nature, history, hunting, and improvisational cooking! Speaking of cooking… in Dad’s honor, I messed around with one of my favorite recipes. I am out of potatoes, but had an abundance of lemons, and did not want to dirty up a bunch of bowls like I…