
There have been a lot of specific moments this summer that have revealed to me how far we’ve come. A few weeks ago, the kids and I went out for pizza at our favorite spot. The kids like it because there’s an old-school gum-ball machine in the vestibule. I like it because I can buy…
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 mom’s with the kids. It’s just one day. It’s just…
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 September and running to the end of August. (Only when…
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 teachers stand six feet back, the desks remain separated. You…
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 well. Usually I can handle each crisis as it unfolds,…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
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