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 →
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 →
....I would always get past those blues, stop playing that dumb game, and I have been known to throw a shenan and then a shenanigan. So here’s my actual advice about how to celebrate your birthday in your forties...
A few years ago I started marking each actual year of my life, answering these same set of questions each birthday to help me measure moments. Here are the last 365.25 days: not pictured: the massive cockroach that kept trying... Continue Reading →
blackouts, side quests, to know someone, and making a life in a new country. just the little things.
me and bestie Everyone has a morning ritual. In this long six-week summer between teaching jobs, I’ve cozied into very different morning routines than from when I’m teaching. Those were usually "AH!/Coffee/get dressed/teeth/out door/try to not forget anything/forget something/AH!" mornings. But... Continue Reading →
I recently posted my 4ty-5 by 45 challenge list, with the next set of goals I’d like to accomplish by the next big birthday. Although, to be fair, every birthday should be celebrated as a big birthday. It’s a privilege... Continue Reading →
me, very cool, through almost all of my birthday, crying at anything nice said to me. (literally 90% of the pictures are a version of this.) The soundtrack for this blog can be found here. And I recommend the heck... Continue Reading →
Every once in a while as a teacher you experience a true “a-ha” moment, watching a lightbulb go on and experience the joy of truly teaching someone something. For me this happened this week when I taught my students the... Continue Reading →
just me myself and all my personalities talking out loud and singing and narrating life at all times.
In which I try to cultivate creativity and self-discipline and practice honest self-representation by blogging every day for 30 days. for twenty stupid minutes a day.
Cheers to the freakin’ weekend. I’m writing this from a hotel staycation. I felt like celebrating, and I REALLY wanted a bubble bath, so here I am, with a sweet view, a wasted king-sized bed to myself as my body... Continue Reading →
Sunglasses Always Fit 