My second year of teaching began stressed as usual, but there were some perks to having money, for once! I had a brand new telescope I bought with my tax return. I’d been waiting and wanting one for a decade. I didn’t get a Dobsonian because it was too big but I made sure to … More 29. Behind the Bookshelf
I reluctantly began to recognize that I needed an outlet to reach my dad. I decided to start talking to him, which was strange at first but I did it anyway. Sometimes in the car, or at my desk after school. Sometimes I wrote emails to myself that were actually for him. It made me … More 28. It Ain’t Linear
In my first nine weeks of student teaching, I met Chris. He was another teacher at the middle school I was placed at. He was a massive six-foot black dude, who used to play college football, a highly coveted life in Oklahoma. Aside from his intimidating stature, he was quite humorous and easygoing. He didn’t … More 27. Mentor
For almost the next two years after my dad died, I had moments of uncontrollable sobbing that were often complete surprises to me. I wondered if it was normal, if anyone else had gone through that. Was it normal to cry that much? Years later I read an article advocating to discontinue the phrase and … More 26. An Ever Loving Light
It was now officially a whole year without my dad. The door I had been fearing for months, had opened. Inside was the void taking me away from my dad’s life, existence and memory. I hung onto the door knob, clasped the sides of the doorway with my tiny hands and fingers, fighting with everything … More 25. The Great Beyond
In one of the last months of living in our house alone, my mom had a panic attack. I don’t think she realized that’s what it was. Our neighbor came over and made her some lunch while Pam came over and stayed the night. It’s funny how unspoken these things are, no one called it … More 24. An Open Door Waits
Shine A Light On Me 