The photo at the top here was taken of the front of my house the day my family moved in. To the side of the front door you see a large shrubbery. Four of them, actually, which were encouraged to grow together into a large cube shape. In the photo, it looks quite a bit… Continue reading Bring us…. a Shrubbery!
There’s this event at my school in which, for positive behavior, students can earn tickets to try and win the reward of giving a pie in the face to teachers willing to participate. I was more than willing to participate in this event, and I listed myself among the teachers ready to get messy. When… Continue reading No Pie in My Eye
I’m in a diner. Not a recreation anything, but a real honest to goodness, third generation owned and operated, hole in the wall diner. I’m sitting at the counter watching the cook prepare my omelette and potatoes fresh just for me, noticing the lack of intentional “good old days” vibe around. Most places like this… Continue reading Missing it
I have been so tempted to talk about 2017 as the worst year of my life. Occasionally, I’ve succumbed to that temptation. I’ve decided to consciously change that thinking. Husband and I did stay up until midnight. We didn’t go anywhere or do anything special, in fact we were only up so late because we… Continue reading Reflection
My journeys with the wound vacuum have been, at times, more than I could handle. To all of the lovelies who say I’ve been handling all of this cancer business with grace, I say you probably never saw me with my wound vac and you certainly never saw me on a bad day with it.… Continue reading Again
I’ve been seeing a lot of sad news in my social media feed lately. Of course there are the hurricanes and the state of our nation, and then there are the little stories about people being horrible to their children or pets, and while those are very upsetting they aren’t what’s been keeping me up… Continue reading Happily ever after
I can’t believe that I still get nervous before the first day of school. When I taught in the same building year after year, I was terrified the first year but only felt a flutter before the others. When the kids would come in the week before school started to drop off their things, I… Continue reading It’s what I do