The Mornings Belong to Me
One of my summer reads was The Newcomer by Mary Kay Andrews. Back in July, I sat contently on my couch as Letty’s story unfolded, and I was struck by this line: “She wished she had a television, or a book, or something to keep her mind off the avalanche of anxiety that seemed to…
inner child
“Vrrrrrrroooom,” I sang as we bustled about the kitchen. My childlike enthusiasm elicited laughter. “Get revved up!” Dad replied. Fast forward through the short drive to our destination and getting bundled up. Snow pants? Check. Boots? Check. Jacket? Here’s a pink one. Helmet? Here’s a pink one. Pink gloves? Got ’em. “They put me in…
homebody
Ten months ago, my longtime friend Meredith and I took a trip we had been chatting about for years. As we turned 30, we decided that it was time to venture to Waco, TX to indulge in all that Chip & Joanna Gaines had built. When we stepped into Magnolia’s Little Shop on Bosque, some…
sempre ajudar o próximo
This morning, right as students were entering the classroom, a wave of coffee, almond milk, and stevia crashed right at the edge of my writing curriculum book, splashed a stack of students’ narratives, began to pool beneath my pen jars and dripped onto the floor. One student rushed to grab paper towels and another started…
Love is Sweet
Sam and I check in every afternoon when I leave work. Sometimes, he is able to answer my call. Other days, he may be tied up with a client. But. . .he always calls back. Today, I had some quiet moments in between my initial attempt and Sam’s call back. The quiet ride didn’t help…
The Balcony
“Alexa, how many days until July 2, 2022?”– Mom For over a year, I listened to my mom ask this question, and we would laugh or roll our eyes every time. She’d send the countdown in the group text or work it into phone conversation. We would gather in the living room and rely on…
Bittersweet Goodbyes
Three years ago, I wrote: “The first day of summer is always bittersweet for me. I wake up, with no help from my alarm, thankful for the hours of sleep, rays of sunshine, and unfamiliar moments of calmness that lie in the months ahead. Yet, there’s always a sense of sadness— a disappointment that I…
High Fives
A parent volunteer sent me this special moment she captured during field day. Our water balloon had just erupted on the turf, splashing away our opportunity to win our first field day game. Yet, I leaned in and gave a deserving smile and a high five. I said, “Good try!” In any given year (and…
Small Wins
The Monday after February vacation, we gathered in a teammate’s room for a curriculum meeting with our literacy specialist. She began by sharing a slide that read “Million Dollar Question: Are my efforts resulting in anything that matters?” I think everyone in the room probably had the same initial reaction…it doesn’t feel like it. Nonetheless,…
Home
Home is Pheasant Hill Lane A white house with blue shutters It’s the love inside that matters Mom, dad and their “space shuttle girl” A little brother to adore Land Before Time marathons and popcorn kernels jumping in the kitchen Glow-in-the-dark stars that wish me sweet dreams from my bedroom ceiling Home is Pheasant Hill…
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