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Clothes, Teaching, the Meaning of Life


how to literally and metaphorically organize the last two years. and how to just be.

the birthday post – now she’s 21 twice


Years ago, I started marking each year of my life, answering the same set of questions each birthday to help me measure moments. Here are the last 365.25 days: it does take a little work to look this medium, though.... Continue Reading →

part 2 – she is okay!


worth the read. I recently finished a book based on the Harvard Happiness study - the longest ever conducted on human satisfaction*. Problematic, but the pervasive message was that the key to a satisfying life was having sustained relationships. These... Continue Reading →

randomblings . . .


shark onesie cold It’s cold here in the high mountains of Guatemala. Cold in a wet, everyone around you has a hacking cough kind of way. There are no heaters, so the smell of wood burning is ever-present either for... Continue Reading →

The Meet-Cute in Mexico


that time i possibly had an age-gap romance in chiapas . . .

the time with the gun


In my class, we have a different theme to start each day. On Mondays, we catch up on big and small news. On “Teach Me Tuesdays,” I present something they might and I definitely care about, like how far a... Continue Reading →

a few of my very specific favourite things


she woke up like this at 41. life is and has been and will be hard, so in a concentrated effort to sit and soak in the goodness that is being alive, here are a few of my very specific... Continue Reading →

Happy SAD! – Singles Awareness Day


a fab girls' night out at a tina turner tribute concert! One of my most favorite blogs to write is the somewhat annual February 14 S.A.D. post - that’s right; Singles Awareness Day. For better or for worse, for most... Continue Reading →

aita?


surviving the first day of teaching in 2025! only cried once! I (40SWF) on a Friday night, finished a paper for my Masters program, dusted, was accosted by my creepy landlord’s husband (they live downstairs and he creeps on me... Continue Reading →

puberty, full moons, friday the 13th


For now, I just have to get through two days of wrangling the sugared-up and feral creatures formally known as my students into a three minute choreographed line dance to “You’re a Mean One, Mr Grinch,” (it’s adorably awful) . . .

planting shade


"So, what brought you here?" Valid question.

little moments to november


blackouts, side quests, to know someone, and making a life in a new country. just the little things.

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