The day of my mother’s birth
Category: old school
My Stars Are On A Different Orbit
As i stood on the porch, sweaty and miserable, I let the tears roll down my face as they wished. And something dark and small felt like it was beginning to grow deep inside me.
School. Is. Out.
Sure, kid, just walk across that street. I know. You just had your last “half” day, and it’s summer! For me, it’s a milestone. I survived my first year of not teaching in what we now colorfully call a “bricks and mortar school.” (B & Ms, seriously?) It’s funny, maybe ironic that I survived a […]
Waiting for the School Bell
As I write today, I realize why my moods have been introspective, and I have had to fight the Bad Critic when I thought I have been experiencing a reprieve. I woke up Sunday morning, and like two big globs of dark jelly, depression hit me hard in the face. There’s no reason for this, […]
Spirits,anyone? Part 2
Before I tell this story, you need to know that I don’t walk around the world looking for ghosts; however, I am sensitive to energy around me, and since I’ve gotten older (sad face), I seem to be able to identify or sense more energy. For example, I live in a 118-year-old home in an […]
