So, he decided to pick up and move. Nothing was worth keeping. Not the pencils his mom bought him. Not the science notebook that we worked so hard to fill. Nothing. Empty. He “threw” it all away. But not really. He could have put it in the nasty garbage full of breakfast scraps and snotty… Continue reading The Grass is Greener
For a minute I forget. How a tolerable morning can turn into such a painful afternoon. How everything can change at the half. What are they learning in that metaphorical locker room?
It was one of those moments. Those moments when you waver. You confront your fears. You find out who you really are. One of those moments when someone knocks on your door at 10:30 p.m. And you try to decide whether you should answer. If you should hide. Or do you end up unexpectedly screaming… Continue reading Flight, fight, freeze
I was saved from the teacher’s lounge. I am a teacher. It seems like a place where I should go to lounge. I was sitting at a long table perpendicular to the door. I had just caught up with my teammate as we microwaved our frozen meals. We exchanged the typical, “How’s your morning going?”… Continue reading Safe Spaces
When your arm is tired dipping a chip, It’s a sign you should take a nap. If you’re going to take the time to make a cup of coffee, Take the time to drink it. Trust me. You need it. If you want someone to raise their hand, You should probably tell them first. If… Continue reading Advice on File
There was a time when I was in an angsty phase. Overall, I had a pretty happy upbringing. I’m sure I had stubborn moments as a tot, but from my parents’ stories, I sound generally compliant. And I was definitely not a rebellious preteen or teenager. The intermediate years, though, were a time of transition.… Continue reading Swingsets
Anticipation Excitement of decisions Lazy afternoon