a scribble of jo

where to?

Tag: questions

  • counting minutes

    The year started in a place I didn’t expect: New York. As the hours winded down to the last midnight of 2013, all I could think about was being somewhere else, figuratively. Literally. I was supposed to be at the beach in Ecuador with my sisters’ husbands’ family. I was supposed to be drinking a…

  • the grace to give thanks

    Maybe it is the holidays closing in upon us that makes me weary, or perhaps it is the 24/7 life that calls to keep on keeping on–either way, I look out my backyard window and ask, “How much longer, Lord?” I don’t think I even fully understand what it is that I await. I just…

  • the necessity

    Sometimes I hate the necessity of what hurts us. I dislike the fact that I care too deeply or that I’m moved too easily by what others consider the little things. Last night I talked to a student of mine and she said she gets over things quickly because she knows it’s just  a mind…

  • 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…

  • downcast

        I feel emptied, like I don’t have enough of what this life requires. What do you want, you big ol’ bully? I wake up this morning knowing I’ve got a food shopping to do, a big week to prepare for at school. I was absent on Thursday and Friday, so this is the…