History Repeating

A WW1 army emergency hospital during the Influenza pandemic of 1918. Zoom in if you can. Almost everyone has a mask… uselessly dangling from their necks. Look familiar?! Featured image: “A policeman wearing a flu mask speaks to a maskless man during the Spanish flu pandemic in San Francisco in 1918. California State Library.” From Business…

Father-Daughter Bonding

I got a surprised laugh of glee out of my dad last night. Why you ask? Because, and I’ll quote him: “You mean I actually finished a book before you?!” I started THE GREAT INFLUENZA last spring, but am still less than 1/2 way done. I sent the book to Dad right after Christmas, and…

Escaping from Reality

Thanks to #teachingduringcovid* all I’m reading are bodice-ripper historical romances because they’re as far removed from reality as I can get without dragons and aliens. *I’ve read 101 books this year so far, which is 81 past my goal for 2020, thanks to Covid. Also thanks to Covid, my brain can only handle so much… so if…

The Face

The face you make when you’re trying to sleep in a bit because you stayed up all night reading (again!!), but they start using a chainsaw next door, followed by a loud all-male gossip session practically outside your window.

That’s what happens!

Guess what happens when you fall asleep reading on the couch while simultaneously cuddling with your pup, who also falls asleep but he wakes before you and realizes we missed dinner? He puts all his weight on your face and uses it as a launch pad before letting out an “I’m dying because you’re starving…

If you’re a teacher…

…then you understand how what happened when I got home is a perfect way to describe my week, the week before Spring Break: My puppy has this new game of yelping to get inside but running away when I open the door. He only does this after I finally get comfortable on the couch and…

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…