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forward to foolishness
I am going to go to sleep in a few minutes thinking about all the ways I could’ve done it differently. I’ll think of the student I should have spent one more minute acknowledging; of the teacher who made me laugh from the pit of my stomach until I felt foolish and quieted down; of…
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happy, simple saturdays
I love today for its simplicity. It starts with waking up free of obligations, no one but myself to rush for. I skype with my mom and two of my sisters. I miss them over there, but it’s a good missing, not so sad as much as it fills me with love and hopeful expectation.…
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broken spine
When I read a book, I tend to break its spine. By the time the last sentence is read, the cover is a little worn and the pages a tad more tattered. When I read Gone With the Wind last month, I ripped the book into two pieces because it was just too big to…
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sand dollar joy
Joy feels far these days, and I don’t know exactly why. It’s like a sand dollar buried on the beach. You don’t know where it is, but you know it’s somewhere, so you keep on walking until you find it. You keep slapping your bare foot against the wet sand, hoping to feel the bulge…
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the first of one thousand gifts
It was a rough day. I walk into my first class (third period) and the kids want to know if I’m mad. I haven’t even said a word yet. Am I mad? No, I’m exhausted. I’m insecure. I don’t know what I’m doing, and their complaints and eye rolls only serve as a constant reminder…
a scribble of jo 
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