And this is how it ends. Five years of team teaching. Four of which were in the same classroom working together side by side. Not many people… Read more “There’s a Bigger Plan”
Words Hurt; Words Heal
We’re all tired. Moms are tired. Teachers are tired. But each child is somebody’s child. As a mother of a 12-year-old pubescent girl, most days I’m met… Read more “Words Hurt; Words Heal”
I am My Mother’s Daughter
Mothers and daughters have a tumultuous relationship. It is a tight bond, sometimes so tight that that bond is taut with tension, friction bubbling under the surface.… Read more “I am My Mother’s Daughter”
I’m Gonna Miss This
The other day I went shopping with my almost 17-year-old son, and I had a pleasant experience. Before you accuse me of stretching the truth, just know… Read more “I’m Gonna Miss This”
Make ’em or Break ’em
I never wanted to be a teacher. My mom thought she knew best. I fought the pull of it, the calling of it for years. As I… Read more “Make ’em or Break ’em”
A Dance of Grace
I have so many things I could write about my youngest. But many of those things she won’t understand until she’s older. The imperfect parent I am.… Read more “A Dance of Grace”
The Shadow Hiding in the Corner
Fear. How many things do we miss out on because of fear? For me he is the dark shadow hiding in the corner, ready to pounce. I… Read more “The Shadow Hiding in the Corner”
