Gimme, Gimme. I need. I NEED (to be needed).
Something I know about myself: I’m not super great at needing people. I could go into a lengthy pop-psych discussion […]
Gimme, Gimme. I need. I NEED (to be needed). Read Post »
Something I know about myself: I’m not super great at needing people. I could go into a lengthy pop-psych discussion […]
Gimme, Gimme. I need. I NEED (to be needed). Read Post »
Time. It flies and then it stalls and then it lurches and then it sort of drips along. And when
Who am I right now? (A small meditation with some tangential exploration) Read Post »
I love my job teaching high school. I need to leave that there, mostly for my remembrance, my sanity, my
I was sick last week. I thought a couple of times during the ELEVEN days that I felt like crap
One of the plights of middle agedness among lo, these many plights, is this thing about the aging body. I
Seriously? We’re still talking about this? (Hint: Yes.) Read Post »
It’s happening again — the first day of school. I’ve felt more dread and fear in the last two weeks
I was talking to a friend the other day and she was telling me something about one of her kids
I was walking down the hall to the faculty room today – to refill my water bottle from the yummy
Strange Places for Chatting Read Post »
I just had occasion to remember something. When I was in 7th grade, (can you, reader, already feel the tension
It’s not just something writer-people do, you know. Everyone does it. When the car goes screaming past, we automatically give