I see you. And I don’t mean I see you see you (though I do physically see you). I mean I see inside you — I see the storm that’s tearing your soul apart, bit by unimaginable bit. I can see you because I am you. Not now you, of […]
Today’s the Day I Ran Out of Give-a-Effs
It’s been a long time coming, but today officially marks the day I ran out of give-a-fucks. I’m not really sure what this means for me personally and professionally in the coming weeks. Let’s hope it doesn’t mean murder. Incident #1 I spent my fourth to last give-a-fuck this morning […]
Places I’d Rather Sleep Than The Cabin I Stayed In On Memorial Day
Each year on Memorial Day, my family travels to a state park where we rent a room at the inn or a cabin and then partake in things like cooking out, hiking, swimming, and generally enjoying nature. And in so doing, we expect to enjoy ourselves. I mean, we are spending […]
My Son Likes My Husband More Than Me
And that makes me sad. This is nothing new, mind you. Since the moment I went back to work (I had favorite locked down up until that point), I’ve been a second thought. A person to turn to when all other avenues have been exhausted. Practically a stranger. My husband […]
“Mommy, My Butt Hurts” and Other Signs You’re a Parent
Yesterday, I announced my intent to write a book titled “Mommy, My Butt Hurts” and Other Indicators I’m Living The Dream. I’m still going to do that sometime between learning American Sign Language and how to play the guitar. (Put it on your calendars. At this rate, it should be […]
Jeff Bliss: Insightful or Inappropriate?
So I came across this article from The Educator’s Room last night while scrolling through my FB feed, and naturally, I was captivated. Jeff Bliss, a high school student somewhere in America, got mad at his world history teacher and blew up in front of the whole class, criticizing the […]
This Is What Anxiety Feels Like
I’ve always been “high strung” — you know, that thing people call you when you like things to be a certain way and you are bossy and you sweat the small stuff and you can’t stand when pictures hanging on a wall are off center but have no problem leaving […]
S is for Stress, Screaming, and Shidookey
S is for Stress I am Stressed. Out. I can’t commit to one responsibility for longer than 10 minutes because the other responsibilities just sit there, mean muggin’ me. I have papers to grade. No matter how many I grade, the pile continues to grow. I have dishes to wash. […]