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, becca October 25, 2018

When it’s tricky

I love my job teaching high school. I need to leave that there, mostly for my remembrance, my sanity, my self-talk. I love my children, those who have moved out of the nest and those who stay. I’m so, so proud of their gifts, talents, bravery, and compassion. I feel God’s love every day. That
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, , becca February 15, 2018

Gross

I was sick last week. I thought a couple of times during the ELEVEN days that I felt like crap that maybe I should write about it. I was definitely feeling things. And I even had thoughts about how the feelings felt. But it hurt too much to sit up. Typing made me sweaty. And
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, , becca December 4, 2017

Seriously? We’re still talking about this? (Hint: Yes.)

One of the plights of middle agedness among lo, these many plights, is this thing about the aging body. I am well and strong and very healthy, but according to every published measure and my health insurance, I weigh some pounds too many. I feel like I’ve talked about this way too much over the
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, , becca August 22, 2017

First Day

It’s happening again — the first day of school. I’ve felt more dread and fear in the last two weeks than ever before in either the four years I have taught or the three years before that when I worked as a sub. Weird. Nothing really has changed (except for all the humans, pretty much),
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, becca July 24, 2017

Working

I was talking to a friend the other day and she was telling me something about one of her kids that caused her to roll her eyes (with a smile) and say, “he’s just not that kind of worker.” She meant that there was a particular job to be done, and she knew that job
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, , becca September 28, 2016

Strange Places for Chatting

I was walking down the hall to the faculty room today – to refill my water bottle from the yummy water dispenser as opposed to the yucky drinking fountain that’s practically outside my door – and I passed by the restrooms. This is normal. The restrooms are in the hallway. But weirdness ensued when I
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, , , becca April 19, 2016

Long, long ago…

I just had occasion to remember something. When I was in 7th grade, (can you, reader, already feel the tension mounting? the horror building?) I had a co-ed PE class. (Now? Now can you feel it, reader?) The end. Just kidding. But I really did have a 7th grade co-ed PE class. One for which
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, , becca March 24, 2015

Writing Stories

It’s not just something writer-people do, you know. Everyone does it. When the car goes screaming past, we automatically give the driver a story. I learned a long time ago that the story I give the driver has more effect on the rest of my drive, and maybe my whole day, than I would have
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