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being alive
It is a unique day, this Thursday. Yesterday, when Mister and I discussed it, we weighed the pros and cons, we considered options. At the end of it, we both knew what should happen, but I could tell he didn’t want to be the one to say it. So I did. “You go, to your…
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giving…thanks?
I have a hard time with Thanksgiving. The holiday. The celebration. The traditions and the expectations set up around this day. Same day every year, no matter the date, no matter the circumstance, always the fourth Thursday of November. My year follows the same pattern, typically, and I usually consider a year as starting in…
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grace over convenience
I said to Mister last night that I’m not sure what comes next. There’s the natural burnout of a teacher. The job demands and it takes and you submit and give…Any eventually the input can no longer supply the output, and you’re done. Then there is teaching during a pandemic. The kids wear masks, the…
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too big
That’s today. Too big. The world, its people, the demands, the pressure, the nonstop expectation that you as a human being and a teacher and a friend and a patient and a person and a wife and a mom will be able to just keep going…It’s too big today. Usually I manage it all pretty…
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daylight savings
It implies you benefit, that phrasing, “daylight savings.” Like this new change, this added hour, comes with a sense of luxury or allowance…like “What will I do with this one extra hour today?” A whole hour. 60 more minutes. 3,600 more seconds…and yeah, you know I used a calculator for that math there. When we…
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